Here she lies

(Blue Slate, Cleft Near Summit, Moss Covered)

Here he lies

(White Marble, Weathering, Rough)

both rest with many

in the deep damp soil

of the new world

under the fogs of the sea

they contemplate

the wide shores

and the velvet tides

of their eternal address.

 

 

A poem taken from the book Burial Hill, Plymouth, Massachusetts (1894) by Benjamin Drew