"Ah, are you digging on my grave,
My loved one? -- planting rue?"
-- "No: yesterday he went to wed
One of the brightest wealth has bred.
'It cannot hurt her now,' he said,
'That I should not be true.'"
"Then who is digging on my grave,
My nearest dearest kin?"
-- "Ah, no: they sit and think, 'What use!
What good will planting flowers produce?
No tendance of her mound can loose
Her spirit from Death's gin.'"
"But someone digs upon my grave?
My enemy? -- prodding sly?"
-- "Nay: when she heard you had passed the Gate
That shuts on all flesh soon or late,
She thought you no more worth her hate,
And cares not where you lie.
"Then, who is digging on my grave?
Say -- since I have not guessed!"
-- "O it is I, my mistress dear,
Your little dog, who still lives near,
And much I hope my movements here
Have not disturbed your rest?"
"Ah yes! You dig upon my grave...
Why flashed it not to me
That one true heart was left behind!
What feeling do we ever find
To equal among human kind
A dog's fidelity!"
"Mistress, I dug upon your grave
To bury a bone, in case
I should be hungry near this spot
When passing on my daily trot.
I am sorry, but I quite forgot
It was your resting place."
--Thomas Hardy
My loved one? -- planting rue?"
-- "No: yesterday he went to wed
One of the brightest wealth has bred.
'It cannot hurt her now,' he said,
'That I should not be true.'"
"Then who is digging on my grave,
My nearest dearest kin?"
-- "Ah, no: they sit and think, 'What use!
What good will planting flowers produce?
No tendance of her mound can loose
Her spirit from Death's gin.'"
"But someone digs upon my grave?
My enemy? -- prodding sly?"
-- "Nay: when she heard you had passed the Gate
That shuts on all flesh soon or late,
She thought you no more worth her hate,
And cares not where you lie.
"Then, who is digging on my grave?
Say -- since I have not guessed!"
-- "O it is I, my mistress dear,
Your little dog, who still lives near,
And much I hope my movements here
Have not disturbed your rest?"
"Ah yes! You dig upon my grave...
Why flashed it not to me
That one true heart was left behind!
What feeling do we ever find
To equal among human kind
A dog's fidelity!"
"Mistress, I dug upon your grave
To bury a bone, in case
I should be hungry near this spot
When passing on my daily trot.
I am sorry, but I quite forgot
It was your resting place."
--Thomas Hardy
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- My mood is , and quote is "If all the world's a stage and all the men and women merely players, then who are the tech? ".
- I am a 19 year old girl from Texas (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm existing..
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- I have 289 comments, 3 contests, 135 poems, 7 stories
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This story may never have an ending. I can see nothing except a dark shadow covering me, and feel that Death shall come for me soon. As one of the last free people I thought my duty was clear. But how can I help those who do
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It still burns me to this day. I will never forget hearing those first words of when you woke up. I watched them take out the breathing tube and heard you speak
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I was fast asleep when one was taken. He had slept in the open. We had all forgotten the night watch. They had been implanted with night-vision. Against the law
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Fission : Hello, deary! on May 5Hello, Kiki. It's Rosa! I made a new account on here, as you can see.
I'm still in the process of finding everyone I know on here. Anywho! We all miss you, and even though it will be a few years from now, you absolutely have to post pictures of your wedding! Your equally-inconvenient-for-all wedding. 
Ha ha.
Much love,
Rosa -
scottles : that poem that i wrote that u like, translates to: on January 15, 2008Great Guardians, Almighty Gods! Come to me as I cast my trance! Guardians of the towers, I summon thee! North is Earth, East is Air, West is Water, South is Fire! Play your song on my soul's lyre! Come to me at this time, Come to me and give me, your guidance!
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JoFoxserian : OH MY GOD on January 25, 2007i found you! tons of love
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LookIntoTheAir on October 15, 2006Kiki, I love and miss you!! Sorry I haven't called you yet, my excuse is work and blondeness. I have to work every tuesday and thursday. If I remember, I'll call you after school tomorrow
Now I have to go pretend to do an essay.
Cheerio!
♥Rosa
