Sometimes I do despatch my heart

    SOMETIMES I do despatch my heart 
    Among the graves to dwell apart : 
    On some the tablets are erased, 
    Some earthquake-tumbled, some defaced. 
    And some that have forgotten lain 
    A fall of tears makes green again ; 
    And my brave heart can overtread 
    Her brood of hopes, her infant dead. 
    And pass with quickened footsteps by 
    The headstone of hoar memory. 

    Till she hath found 

    One swelling mound 
    With just her name writ and beloved; 
    From that she cannot be removed.