| Higginson and Bigelow, comps. American Sonnets. 1891. | | | | The Last Furrow | | By Charles Edwin Markham (1852–1940) |
| | | THE SPIRIT of Earth, with glad restoring hands, | |
| Mid ruin moves, in glimmering chasm gropes, | |
| And mosses mantle and the bright flower opes; | |
| But Death the Plowman wanders in all lands, | |
| And to the last of Earth his furrow stands: | 5 |
| The grave is never hidden; fearful hopes | |
| Follow the dead upon the fading slopes, | |
| And there wild memories meet upon the sands. | |
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| When willows fling their banners to the plain, | |
| When rumor of wind and sound of sudden showers | 10 |
| Disturb the dream of winter—all in vain | |
| The grasses hurry to the graves, the flowers | |
| Toss their wild torches on their windy towers; | |
| Yet are the bleak graves lonely in the rain. | | | | |
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