Author Henry David Thoreau By death's favor Here lies the engraver And now I think o't Where lies he not? If the archangel look but where he lies He ne'er will get translated to the skies. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments