Unmindful of the roses, <br />Unmindful of the thorn, <br />A reaper tired reposes <br />Among his gathered corn: <br />So might I, till the morn! <br /> <br /> <br />Cold as the cold Decembers, <br />Past as the days that set, <br />While only one remembers <br />And all the rest forget, - <br />But one remembers yet.<br /><br />Christina Georgina Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-sea-side-grave/
