Ah, are you digging on my grave------Thomas Hardy(1840-1928)
"Ah, are you digging on my grave
My loved one? planting rue?"
"No: yesterday he went to wed.
One of the brightest wealth has bred.
It cannot hurt her now,
he said,
That I should not be true. "
"Then who is digging on my grave?
My nearest dearest kin?"
"Ah, no: they sit and think,
What use!
What good will planting flowers produce?
No tendance of her mound can loose
Her spirit from Death s gin. "
"But some one digs upon my grave?
My enemy? prodding sly?"
"Nay: when she heard you had passed the Gate
That shuts on all flesh soon or late
She thought you no more worth her hate,
And cares not where you lie."
"Then, who is digging on my grave?
Say since I have not guessed!"
"Oh, it is I, my mistress dear,
Your little dog, who still lives near,
And much I hope my movements here
Have not disturbed your rest?"
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