In A Burying Ground

This is the spot where I will be
When life has had enough of me,
These are the trees that will grow
Above me like a living sea.
These gay old lilies will not shrink
To draw their life from death of mine,
And I will give my body's fire
To make blue flowers on this vine.

"Oh Soul" I said, "have you no tears"?

"Was not the body dear to you"?

I heard my Soul say carelesly,

"The myrtle flowers will grow more blue."

--- Sarah Teasdale