Classic Poem

He has hid his face, and he's gone!
The grave is green dwelling:
Hid his face from all his race!
It's aye the water's welling.

A noble life lived he:
The grave is green dwelling:
A noble life in a whirl of strife:
It's aye the water's welling.

There's one walks by like a ghost
The grave is green dwelling:
A woman walks by with a shrouded eye
It's aye the water's welling.

There's one on whose breast was calm.
The grave is green dwelling:
Wild is that breast, and he's at rest:
It's aye the water's welling.