Rain on a Grave

Would that I lay there

And she were housed here!

Or better, together

Were folded away there

Exposed to one weather

We both, – who would stray there

When sunny the day there,

Or evening was clear

At the prime of the year.

Soon will be growing

Green blades from her mound,

And daisies be showing

Like stars on the ground,

Till she form part of them –

Ay – the sweet heart of them,

Loved beyond measure

With a child’s pleasure

All her life’s round.