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To a Friend ALL too grotesque our thoughts are sometimes. Odd, That there will come a day when you and I Shall not be you and I! that we shall lie— We two—i' the damp earth-mould—above each clod A drunken headstone in the neglected sod— Thereon the phrase, "Hic Jacet," carved awry, And then our virtues, Bah! and piety— Perhaps some cheeky reference to God! And haply after many a century Some spectacled old man shall drive the birds A moment from their song i' the lonely spot And make a copy of the quaint old words— They will then be quaint and old—and all for what? To fill a gap in a genealogy. Richard Hovey's other poems: Poems of another poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием): Распечатать (Print) Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1260 |
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