Classic Poem

If , passer-by, who idly stand and read,
If thou bereft of love shouldst haply lead
Thy sorrow through these old forgotten graves,

And deem that I sleep well who lie beneath
These withered flowers and faded ivy wreath,
Without the soul that aches, the heart that craves,

Be glad, O traveller, of thy happy hours!
Thou hast the sunlight and renascent flowers,
And life is sweet and time may bring delight;

But I must yearn among the silent dead
For even the life of grasses on my head,
So sad it is, the shadow of the night.