Edwin Arlington Robinson (Эдвин Арлингтон Робинсон)

A Happy Man

When these graven lines you see,
Traveller, do not pity me;
Though I be among the dead,
Let no mournful word be said.

Children that I leave behind,
And their children, all were kind;
Near to them and to my wife,
I was happy all my life.

My three sons I married right,
And their sons I rocked at night;
Death nor sorrow never brought
Cause for one unhappy thought.

Now, and with no need of tears,
Here they leave me, full of years,—
Leave me to my quiet rest
In the region of the blest.

1. Two Men
2. The Dead Village
3. Momus
4. Cliff Klingenhagen
5. How Annandale Went Out

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