The living come with grassy tread <br />To read the gravestones on the hill; <br />The graveyard draws the living still, <br />But never anymore the dead. <br />The verses in it say and say: <br />"The ones who living come today <br />To read the stones and go away <br />Tomorrow dead will come to stay." <br />So sure of death the marbles rhyme, <br />Yet can't help marking all the time <br />How no one dead will seem to come. <br />What is it men are shrinking from? <br />It would be easy to be clever <br />And tell the stones: Men hate to die <br />And have stopped dying now forever. <br />I think they would believe the lie.<br /><br />Robert Lee Frost<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-a-disused-graveyard-2/
