Austin Henry Dobson

Here you will find the Poem The Forgotten Grave of poet Austin Henry Dobson

The Forgotten Grave

OUT from the City?s dust and roar, 
You wandered through the open door; 
Paused at a plaything pail and spade 
Across a tiny hillock laid; 
Then noted on your dexter side 
Some moneyed mourner?s ?love or pride;? 
And so,?beyond a hawthorn-tree, 
Showering its rain of rosy bloom 
Alike on low and lofty tomb,? 
You came upon it?suddenly. 
How strange! The very grasses? growth 
Around it seemed forlorn and loath; 
The very ivy seemed to turn 
Askance that wreathed the neighbor urn. 
The slab had sunk; the head declined,
And left the rails a wreck behind. 
No name; you traced a ?6,??a ?7,?? 
Part of ?affliction? and of ?Heaven;? 
And then, in letters sharp and clear, 
You read?O Irony austere!?
?Tho? lost to Sight, to Mem?ry dear.?