Bereaved of all, I went abroad


Bereaved of all, I went abroad
No less bereaved was I
Upon a New Peninsula
The Grave preceded me

Obtained my Lodgings, ere myself
And when I sought my Bed
The Grave it was reposed upon
The Pillow for my Head

I waked to find it first awake
I rose It followed me
I tried to drop it in the Crowd
To lose it in the Sea

In Cups of artificial Drowse
To steep its shape away
The Grave was finished but the Spade
Remained in Memory


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Bereaved of all, I went abroad