Ah, Are You Digging On My Grave?

Thomas Hardy

1840 to 1928

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And cares not where you lie.

Why flashed it not to me

My loved one? — planting rue?

To equal among human kind

I am sorry, but I quite forgot

And much I hope my movements here

I should be hungry near this spot

It cannot hurt her now,' he said,

— "No: yesterday he went to wed

She thought you no more worth her hate,

Her spirit from Death's gin.

— "Nay: when she heard you had passed the Gate

Say — since I have not guessed!

To bury a bone, in case

— "O it is I, my mistress dear,

What feeling do we ever find

Then, who is digging on my grave?

Ah yes! You dig upon my grave…

No tendance of her mound can loose

One of the brightest wealth has bred.

Mistress, I dug upon your grave

But someone digs upon my grave?

— "Ah, no: they sit and think, 'What use!

Then who is digging on my grave,

A dog's fidelity!

Your little dog , who still lives near,