memorial poem

better than granite
death's nobility again
friend, whose smile has come to be
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
often i think of the beautiful town
for i was a gaunt, grave councillor
she limps with halting painful pace
in mournful numbers
have you seen walking through the village
lived by the river-side
pharaoh, king of egypt's land
the hypocritic days
birds against the april wind
if i should die, think only this of me