Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Burial

Mine is a body that should die at sea!
   And have for a grave, instead of a grave
Six feet deep and the length of me,
   All the water that is under the wave!

And terrible fishes to seize my flesh,
   Such as a living man might fear,
And eat me while I am firm and fresh,—
   Not wait till I’ve been dead for a year!

1. It Came into Her Mind
2. Tenderly, in Those Times
3. From the Wan Dream
4. She Had Forgotten
5. Hyacinth

Robert Herrick Burial ("Man may want land to live in; but for all")

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