Elegy Composed at St Mary Cemetery

Here, the squirrel and the finch chase between the headstones
But their scurrying bothers the dead not in the least
For here, the dead are truly at rest
And there reigns that silence that so heavily presses upon the dead
Here, there is but one sound: a minstrel bird
But it is not singing a dirge, mourning the ancient dead
It is instead a song of unbounded joy
For when it sees the sun light the green earth the glorious dead have become
It fills the eye with a boundless tranquil
And here at last, I am at peace with death
And the dead, though they say
“This side of existence is pure rest and pure joy”
I cannot rest yet, for I have finally found love
And love is always an unfinished task this side of existence


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