"Ah, are you digging on my grave,              #60
                                        My loved one? -- planting rue?"
                            -- "No: yesterday he went to wed
                            One of the brightest wealth has bred.
                            'It cannot hurt her now,' he said,
                                        'That I should not be true.'"

                            "Then who is digging on my grave,
                                        My nearest dearest kin?"
                            -- "Ah, no: they sit and think, 'What use!
                            What good will planting flowers produce?
                            No tendance of her mound can loose
                                        Her spirit from Death's gin.'"

                            "But someone digs upon my grave?
                                        My enemy? -- prodding sly?"
                            -- "Nay: when she heard you had passed the Gate
                            That shuts on all flesh soon or late,
                            She thought you no more worth her hate,
                                        And cares not where you lie.

                            "Then, who is digging on my grave?
                                        Say -- since I have not guessed!"
                            -- "O it is I, my mistress dear,
                            Your little dog , who still lives near,
                            And much I hope my movements here
                                        Have not disturbed your rest?"

                            "Ah yes! You dig upon my grave...
                                        Why flashed it not to me
                            That one true heart was left behind!
                            What feeling do we ever find
                            To equal among human kind
                                        A dog's fidelity!"

                            "Mistress, I dug upon your grave
                                        To bury a bone, in case
                            I should be hungry near this spot
                            When passing on my daily trot.
                            I am sorry, but I quite forgot
                                        It was your resting place."
                                                    --Thomas Hardy            CLICK FOR EXAMPLE #61

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