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