IN A GRAVEYARD
by: John Hay (1838-1905)
POEMS BY JOHN HAY
- N the dewy
depths of the graveyard
- I lie in the tangled grass,
- And watch, in the sea of azure,
- The white cloud-islands pass.
- The birds in the rustling branches
- Sing gayly overhead;
- Gray stones like sentinel spectres
- Are guarding the silent dead.
- The early flowers sleep shaded
- In the cool green noonday glooms;
- The broken light falls shuddering
- On the cold white face of the tombs.
- Without, the world is smiling
- In the infinite love of God,
- But the sunlight fails and falters
- When it falls on the churchyard sod.
- On me the joyous rapture
- Of a heart's first love is shed,
- But it falls on my heart as coldly
- As sunlight on the dead.