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.