The living come with grassy tread
To read the gravestones on the hill
The graveyard draws the living still
But never anymore the dead

The verses in it say and say
"The ones who living come today
To read the stones and go away
Tomorrow dead will come to stay"

So sure of death the marbles rhyme
Yet can't help marking all the time
That no one dead will seem to come...
What is it men are shrinking from?

It would be easy to be clever
And tell the stones "Men hate to die
And have stopped dieing now forever"...
I think they will believe the lie!