Higginson and Bigelow, comps. American Sonnets. 1891.
At the Grave of ChampernowneJohn Albee (18331915)
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The grasshopper on crookèd crutch leaps up,
The wild bees hum above the clover cup,
The fox-grape wreathes the fence in green disguise
Of ruin; and antique plants set out in tears,
Pink, guelder-rose, and myrtle’s purple bells
Struggle ’mid grass and their own wasting years
To show the grave that no inscription tells.
The blazonry of Norman kings he bore;
His fathers builded many a tower and town,
And after Senlac England’s lords. Now o’er
His island cairn the lonesome forests frown,
And sailless seas beat the untrodden shore.