One person

Now shall the long homesickness have an end

Upon your heart, which is a part of all

The past no human creature may recall

Save you, who are persuasive to unbend

The brows of death, and name him for a friend:

This ecstasy is supernatural;

I have survived to see the heavens fall

Into my hands, which on your hands depend.

Time has prepared us an enduring bed

Within the earth of this beloved land;

And, lying side by side and hand in hand,

We sleep coeval with the happy dead

Who are ourselves, a little earlier bound

To one another's bosom in the ground.