Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
England: Vols. I–IV. 1876–79. | | | | Wilford | | Lines Written in Wilford Churchyard on Recovery from Sickness | | Henry Kirke White (1785–1806) |
| | | HERE would I wish to sleep. This is the spot | |
| Which I have long marked out to lay my bones in; | |
| Tired out and wearied with the riotous world, | |
| Beneath this yew I would be sepulchred. | |
| It is a lovely spot! the sultry sun, | 5 |
| From his meridian height, endeavors vainly | |
| To pierce the shadowy foliage, while the zephyr | |
| Comes wafting gently o’er the rippling Trent, | |
| And plays about my wan cheek. ’T is a nook | |
| Most pleasant. Such a one perchance did Gray | 10 |
| Frequent, as with the vagrant muse he wantoned. | |
| Come, I will sit me down and meditate, | |
| For I am wearied with my summer’s walk, | |
| And here I may repose in silent ease; | |
| And thus, perchance, when life’s sad journey ’s o’er, | 15 |
| My harassed soul in this same spot may find | |
| The haven of its rest,—beneath this sod | |
| Perchance may sleep it sweetly, sound as death. * * * * * | | | | |
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