Gabriel's Grub Song

Brave lodgings for one, brave lodgings for one,
A few feet of cold earth, when life is done;
A stone at the head, a stone at the feet;
A rich, juicy meal for the worms to eat;
Rank grass overhead, and damp clay around,
Brave lodging for one, these, in holy ground!

by Charles Dickens

Comments (5)

beautiful poetic masterpiece.i love it.thank you.
The dust fine-ground, Stone-for-a-statue waveworn pebble-round beautiful imagery here. And as a rock collector at heart I really appreciate the waveworn pebble-round bit.
Love the various ways in which the poet defines his anonymous subject. I admire several of the examples, but especially the colour of the mounting morning pipe smoke. The final stanza sings! ! On a light note, Dr. Seuss's Thidwick the Big-Hearted Moose comes to mind. I will definitely read more poetry by Arthur Seymour John Tessimond.
composite face, I like it.
I am the rails on which a moment passes. Very cool line and image there.