The Grave



Doorless is the house,
And dark it is within;
There thou art fast detained,
And death hath the key.
Loathsome is that earth-house
And grim within to dwell.
There thou shalt dwell,
And worms shall divide thee.
Thus thou art laid,
And leavest thy friends,
Who will come to thee,
Who will ever see
How that house pleaseth thee;
Who will ever open
The door for thee
And descend after thee
For soon thou art loathsome
And hateful to see.