Come to my grave when I am gone, <br />And bend a moment there alone; <br />It will not cost thee much of pain <br />To trample on my heart again- <br />Or, if it would, for ever stay <br />Far distant from my mouldering clay: <br />I would not wound thy breast to prove <br />E'en its most deep, 'remorse of love.' <br />The grave should be a shrine of peace <br />Where all unkindly feelings cease;- <br /> <br />Though thou wilt calmly gaze on mine <br />I would not live the hour to see, <br />Which doom'd my glance to rest on thine :- <br />That moment's bitter agony <br />Would bid the very life-blood start <br />Back, and congeal around my heart!-<br /><br />Eliza Acton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/come-to-my-grave/
