On That Day / D.H. Lawrence



On that day 
I shall put roses on roses, and cover your grave 
With multitude of white roses: and since you were brave 
One bright red ray. 

So people, passing under 
The ash-trees of the valley-road, will raise 
Their eyes and look at the grave on the hill, in wonder, 
Wondering mount, and put the flowers asunder 

To see whose praise 
Is blazoned here so white and so bloodily red. 
Then they will say: "'Tis long since she is dead, 
Who has remembered her after many days?" 

And standing there 
They will consider how you went your ways 
Unnoticed among them, a still queen lost in the maze 
Of this earthly affair. 

A queen, they'll say, 
Has slept unnoticed on a forgotten hill. 
Sleeps on unknown, unnoticed there, until 
Dawns my insurgent day. 

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