A Dream Of Death

I DREAMED that one had died in a strange place
Near no accustomed hand,
And they had nailed the boards above her face,
The peasants of that land,
Wondering to lay her in that solitude,
And raised above her mound
A cross they had made out of two bits of wood,
And planted cypress round;
And left her to the indifferent stars above
Until I carved these words:
i{She was more beautiful than thy first love,}
i{But now lies under boards.}

by William Butler Yeats

Comments (1)

God comes in many disguises it seems Doc! And he teaches that only we can do it for ourselves, forgiveness and love is all. Nice work, interesting style of delivery! Smiling at you, Tai