'MISERRIMUS,' and neither name nor date, <br />Prayer, text, or symbol, graven upon the stone; <br />Nought but that word assigned to the unknown, <br />That solitary word--to separate <br />From all, and cast a cloud around the fate <br />Of him who lies beneath. Most wretched one, <br />'Who' chose his epitaph?--Himself alone <br />Could thus have dared the grave to agitate, <br />And claim, among the dead, this awful crown; <br />Nor doubt that He marked also for his own <br />Close to these cloistral steps a burial-place, <br />That every foot might fall with heavier tread, <br />Trampling upon his vileness. Stranger, pass <br />Softly!--To save the contrite, Jesus bled.<br /><br />William Wordsworth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-gravestone-upon-the-floor-in-the-cloisters-of-worcester-cathedral/
