Bereaved of all, I went abroad—

Bereaved of all, I went abroad — No less bereaved was I Upon a New Peninsula — The Grave preceded me —

Obtained my Lodgings, ere myself — And when I sought my Bed — The Grave it was reposed upon The Pillow for my Head —

I waked to find it first awake — I rose — It followed me — I tried to drop it in the Crowd — To lose it in the Sea —

In Cups of artificial Drowse To steep its shape away — The Grave — was finished — but the Spade Remained in Memory —