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