Poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Somewhere

Somewhere there is a spot of ground,
   Covered with grass, or snow, may be,
That one day will be spaded 'round
   And dug up to make room for me.

And I unconsciously have trod,
   Perhaps, and so again may tread
Upon the very voiceless sod,
   That will be roof above my head.

Somewhere upon the earth to-day
   Are dwelling men, who yet shall spade
And cut and dig the earth away,
   Until my narrow house is made.

Perchance they have clasped hands with me;
   Those hands, that, after I am dead,
Shall measure me so reverently,
   To find how long to make my bed.

How strangely, solemn thoughts like these
   Will come, when life seems blithe and gay;
Like voices of the passing breeze,
   Saying "All things must pass away--" 

1. The Birth of the Orchid
2. The Black Charger
3. All the World
4. At Set of Sun
5. The Call (All wantonly in hours of joy)

John Cheney Somewhere ("THE WEASEL thieves in silver suit")

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