Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916.
A Saxon EpitaphMarjorie L. C. Pickthall (18831922)
The earth builds on the earth
Castle and towers;
The earth saith of the earth:
All shall be ours.
The rye and the corn,
Lo, they were bond to Sleep
Ere they were born.
For the fruit and the sheaf,
They shall harvest the leaf of the rose
And the dust of the leaf.
Are theirs at their need
Who shall rule but the root of the flower,
The fall of the seed.
In splendour and tears,
They shall rest and clothe them afresh
In the fullness of years.
As the dawn set free.
They shall pass as the flower of the flame
Or the foam of the sea.
Cities and towers.
The earth saith of the earth:
All shall be ours.