Frederick Philip Grove
THE DIRGE
(IM 15, 1-33)

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© August 2007

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XVIII. "I sometimes think..."[12] by Frederick Philip Grove I sometimes think when I go up the hill That I should like to take you by the hand, If but once more, my child--to go and stand Together where you lie, forever still. And I should point to bedded plants and flowers Such as you loved before you vanished hence; They hide the mound and trail along the fence To be an emblem of once happy hours. Then would you say, "O look at this bright bloom! "How beautyful! For whom was all this done? And I should answer, "All this is for one "Who lived and died. Woe me, this is her tomb!" Together then should by the mound we kneel, And you would fade into your phantom norm While I remain in this my earthly form A little longer. Both should then we feel That where you are I, too, would fain, fain be; And till I am, I could within me keep The memory of how I heard you weep, As you dissolved, not for yourself but me. In Memoriam 15/18