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Recorded for Poem-a-Day March 10, 2019. Read by the Academy of American Poets staff.
About this Poem 

“At the Grave of One Forgotten” was published in Rosemary and Pansies (Gorham Press, 1909).

At the Grave of the Forgotten

In a churchyard old and still, 
Where the breeze-touched branches thrill 
              To and fro, 
Giant oak trees blend their shade 
O'er a sunken grave-mound, made 
              Long ago. 

No stone, crumbling at its head, 
Bears the mossed name of the dead 
              Graven deep; 
But a myriad blossoms' grace 
Clothes with trembling light the place 
              Of his sleep. 

Was a young man in his strength 
Laid beneath this low mound's length, 
              Heeding naught? 
Did a maiden's parents wail 
As they saw her, pulseless, pale, 
              Hither brought? 

Was it else one full of days, 
Who had traveled darksome ways, 
              And was tired, 
Who looked forth unto the end, 
And saw Death come as a friend 
              Long desired?

Who it was that rests below 
Not earth's wisest now may know, 
              Or can tell; 
But these blossoms witness bear 
They who laid the sleeper there 
              Loved him well. 

In the dust that closed him o'er 
Planted they the garden store 
              Deemed most sweet, 
Till the fragrant gleam, outspread, 
Swept in beauty from his head 
              To his feet. 

Still, in early springtime's glow, 
Guelder-roses cast their snow 
              O'er his rest; 
Still sweet-williams breathe perfume 
Where the peonies' crimson bloom 
              Drapes his breast. 

Passing stranger, pity not 
Him who lies here, all forgot, 
              'Neath this earth; 
Some one loved him—more can fall 
To no mortal. Love is all 
              Life is worth.

This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on March 10, 2019, by the Academy of American Poets.

This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on March 10, 2019, by the Academy of American Poets.

Effie Waller Smith

Effie Waller Smith

Effie Waller Smith, born January 6, 1879, is the author of Rosemary and Pansies (Gorham Press, 1909), Rhymes from the Cumberland (Broadway Publishing Company, 1904), and Songs of the Month (Broadway Publishing Company, 1904). She died on January 2, 1960.

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