Ah, Are You Digging On My Grave?
Thomas Hardy
1840 to 1928
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Say — since I have not guessed!"
Her spirit from Death's gin.'"
When passing on my daily trot.
No tendance of her mound can loose
I am sorry, but I quite forgot
It was your resting place."
Why flashed it not to me
'That I should not be true.'"
My loved one? — planting rue?"
I should be hungry near this spot
What feeling do we ever find
"But someone digs upon my grave?
— "O it is I, my mistress dear,
And cares not where you lie.
To equal among human kind
That shuts on all flesh soon or late,
"Ah yes! You dig upon my grave…
Have not disturbed your rest?"
— "Nay: when she heard you had passed the Gate
To bury a bone, in case
"Then, who is digging on my grave?
What good will planting flowers produce?
'It cannot hurt her now,' he said,
"Then who is digging on my grave,
My enemy? — prodding sly?"
Your little dog , who still lives near,
"Ah, are you digging on my grave,
She thought you no more worth her hate,
— "No: yesterday he went to wed
My nearest dearest kin?"
One of the brightest wealth has bred.
— "Ah, no: they sit and think, 'What use!
"Mistress, I dug upon your grave
And much I hope my movements here
That one true heart was left behind!
A dog's fidelity!"