Edna St. Vincent Millay — Elegy Before Death

There will be rose and rhododendron          When you are dead and under ground; Still will be heard from white syringas          Heavy with bees, a sunny sound; Still will the tamaracks be raining          After the rain has ceased, and still Will there be robins in the stubble,          Brown sheep upon the warm green hill. Spring will not ail nor autumn falter;          Nothing will know that you are gone, Saving alone some sullen plough-land          None but yourself sets foot upon; Saving the may-weed and the pig-weed          Nothing will know that you are dead,— These, and perhaps a useless wagon          Standing beside some tumbled shed. Oh, there will pass with your great passing          Little of beauty not your own,— Only the light from common water,          Only the grace from simple stone!