The living come with grassy tread
To read the gravestones on the hill
The graveyard draws the living still,
But never anymore the dead.
The verses in it say and say:
"The one who living come today
To read the stones and go away
Tomorrow dead will come to stay."
So sure of death and marbles rhyme,
Yet can't help marking all the time
How no one dead will seem to come
What is it men are shrinking from?
It would be easy to be clever
And tell the stones: Men hate to die
And have stopped dying now forever.
I think they would believe the lie.
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Ten Million Fireflies
Poetryit's a collection of all my favourite poems and Verses of Robert Frost, my favourite poet. I was thinking of keeping them together in a diary or something. and then I remembered there's wattpad to keep them and share with others. so here you go...
