Dirge (“We Do Lie…”)

   We do lie beneath the grass
      In the moonlight, in the shade
   Of the yew-tree. They that pass
      Hear us not. We are afraid
         They would envy our delight,
         In our graves by glow-worm night.
Come follow us, and smile as we;
      We sail to the rock in the ancient waves,
Where the snow falls by thousands into the sea,
      And the drowned and the shipwrecked have happy graves.

[Kelsall, 1851]