When these graven lines you see,
Traveller, do not pity me;
Though I be among the dead,
Let no mournful word be said.
Children that I leave behind,
And their children, all were kind;
Near to them and to my wife,
I was happy all my life.
My three sons I married right,
And their sons I rocked at night;
Death nor sorrow never brought
Cause for one unhappy thought.
Now, and with no need of tears,
Here they leave me, full of years,—
Leave me to my quiet rest
In the region of the blest.
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A poem of comfort. Ironic since Robinson never married! This would be the perfect poem for a funeral, and I'm surprised it has not been featured in any film (that I am aware of...).
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excellent verse
This is a very good poem By Edwin Arlington Robinson and very well written 'a happy man' like many of his poems will live on he was one who had a marvellous turn of phrase and timing and could say so much in few words,
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