When the grass shall cover me, <br />Head to foot where I am lying; <br />When not any wind that blows, <br />Summer-blooms nor winter snows, <br />Shall awake me to your sighing: <br />Close above me as you pass, <br />You will say: 'How kind she was, ' <br />You will say: 'How true she was, ' <br />When the grass grows over me. <br /> <br />When the grass shall cover me, <br />Holden close to earth's warm bosom; <br />While I laugh, or weep, or sing, <br />Nevermore, for anything: <br />You will find in blade and blossom, <br />Sweet small voices, odorous, <br />Tender pleaders in my cause, <br />That shall speak me as I was - <br />When the grass grows over me. <br /> <br />When the grass shall cover me! <br />Ah, beloved, in my sorrow <br />Very patient, I can wait- <br />Knowing that, or soon or late, <br />There will dawn a clearer morrow: <br />When your heart will moan: 'Alas! <br />Now I know how true she was; <br />Now I know how dear she was' - <br />When the grass grows over me!<br /><br />Ina D. Coolbrith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-the-grass-shall-cover-me/
