And there in earth’s arms I laid her to sleep.
And there she is lying and no one knows,
And the summer shines and the winter snows.
For many a year the flowers have spread
A pall of petals over her head.
And the buzzard sails on and comes and is gone.
Stately and still like a ship at sea.
And I wonder why I do not care
For the things that are like the things that were
Does half the heart lie buried there