The Tomb.
By John Clare
Once musing o'er an old effaced stone, Longing to know whose dust it did conceal, I anxious ponder'd o'er what might reveal, And sought the seeming date with weeds o'ergrown; But that prov'd fruitless--both the date and name Had been for ages in oblivion thrown. The dim remains of sculptur'd ornament Gave proof sufficient 'twas reward for fame: This did my searching view so much torment, That Time I question'd to expose the same; But soon a check--"And what is it to thee Whose dust lies here?--since thou wilt quickly be Forgot like him:--then Time shall bid thee go To heaven's pure bliss, or hell's tormenting woe."
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