William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. (1878–1962). Anthology of Massachusetts Poets. 1922.

Where They Sleep

THE FOG inrolling, dark and still

Lies deep upon the crowded dead

As flooding sea upon the sands,

And quenches starlight overhead.

Long have they slept. Their separate dust

Has mingled with a nameless mould.

Only the slower-crumbling stones

Still tell so much as may be told.

And now in shoreless fog adrift

Like some lone mariner gliding by,

I lean above the drowning graves

And wonder when I too shall lie

Where evermore the tides of night

And earth will hide my lonely rest;

And Time will bid my love forget

To read the stone upon my breast.