Trelawny's Grave

I know a garden near the gates of Rome

Where Life and Death hold hands in silence; here

In solemn shade where towering cypress rear

Their green eternal, white as wind-led foam

Lie scattered stones that shield the final home

Of exiles. Fair their bed; by violets dear

And swaying roses decked; above them, clear

In bluest glory arches Heaven's dome.

‘ Twas here my heart encountered peace one day

Beside an old man's grave that said: If God

Condemn you live beyond your friend, this way

You too may rest.— The heart is childish; dread

Of earth-loss fades before Trelawny dead

Close-gathered to his Shelley in the sod.