William Allingham (Вильям Аллингам)

A Gravestone

Far from the churchyard dig his grave,
On some green mound beside the wave;
To westward, sea and sky alone,
And sunsets. Put a mossy stone,
With mortal name and date, a harp
And bunch of wild flowers, carven sharp;
Then leave it free to winds that blow,
And patient mosses creeping; slow,
And wandering wings, and footsteps rare
Of human creature pausing there. 

1. Wayconnell Tower
2. A Burial-place
3. In Highgate Cemetery
4. The Little Dell
5. The Bubble

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