Classic Poem

There are among the leafy monarchs round,
Trees loftier far than you, of ampler size,
And likelier to attract a stranger's eyes,
With sylvan honours more superbly crown'd.
And yet in you a higher charm is found
And purer — to our sweetest sympathies,
Than all that Nature's lavish hand supplies
To others, growing on this fairy ground.
Ye are mementos of a wedded pair,
Once wont this loved familiar scene to tread —
Death, which has lowly laid one honour'd head,
Has but conferr'd on you an added share
Of love and interest, since to us you are
Memorials of the living and the dead.