"O passenger, pray list and catch <br /> Our sighs and piteous groans, <br />Half stifled in this jumbled patch <br /> Of wrenched memorial stones! <br /> <br />"We late-lamented, resting here, <br /> Are mixed to human jam, <br />And each to each exclaims in fear, <br /> 'I know not which I am!' <br /> <br />"The wicked people have annexed <br /> The verses on the good; <br />A roaring drunkard sports the text <br /> Teetotal Tommy should! <br /> <br />"Where we are huddled none can trace, <br /> And if our names remain, <br />They pave some path or p-ing place <br /> Where we have never lain! <br /> <br />"There's not a modest maiden elf <br /> But dreads the final Trumpet, <br />Lest half of her should rise herself, <br /> And half some local strumpet! <br /> <br />"From restorations of Thy fane, <br /> From smoothings of Thy sward, <br />From zealous Churchmen's pick and plane <br /> Deliver us O Lord! Amen!"<br /><br />Thomas Hardy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-levelled-churchyard/
