I find dust

In old books.

While in the summer churchyard

The birds twitter.

They have no bitter

Thoughts of dust.

 

 

The graves impassively stand.

I can not command

Death to stay his hand.

Yet some say we may

Achieve immortality.

 

 

Where we to achieve immortality

Should I put away Gray’s

“Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard”?

The graveyard plot answers not

For the dead Are at peace.