In the grey dawn I lie within my bed <br />Still as a frozen lake that pats no more <br />With murmurous delight the o'erhanging shore, <br />Yet grim thoughts heave obscurely in my head; <br />For curtains I have earthen walls, and lead <br />Is colder than the woollen garb I wore-- <br />But oh! that heart of mine is still as sore <br />As when I did not know that I was dead. <br />I knew her (O my Life!) and she was fair, <br />And gave her beauty to the hills and sea, <br />The wonder of her voice to leaf and wave. <br />The brown earth lies between us; does she care <br />That since she cast the first dull clod on me <br />My lonely heart is aching in the grave?<br /><br />John Le Gay Brereton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-grave/
