\"Ah, are you digging on my grave,\nMy loved one? \u2014 planting rue[footnote]A strong-scented, woody herb. Also, sorrow, regret.[\/footnote]?\"\n\u2014 \"No: yesterday he went to wed\nOne of the brightest wealth has bred.\n'It cannot hurt her now,' he said,\n'That I should not be true.'\"\n\n\"Then who is digging on my grave,\nMy nearest dearest kin?\"\n\u2014 \"Ah, no: they sit and think, 'What use!\nWhat good will planting flowers produce?\nNo tendance of her mound can loose\nHer spirit from Death's gin[footnote]A trap.[\/footnote].'\"\n\n\"But someone digs upon my grave?\nMy enemy? \u2014 prodding sly?\"\n\u2014 \"Nay: when she heard you had passed the Gate\nThat shuts on all flesh soon or late,\nShe thought you no more worth her hate,\nAnd cares not where you lie.\n\n\"Then, who is digging on my grave?\nSay \u2014 since I have not guessed!\"\n\u2014 \"O it is I, my mistress dear,\nYour little dog , who still lives near,\nAnd much I hope my movements here\nHave not disturbed your rest?\"\n\n\"Ah yes! You<\/i> dig upon my grave...\nWhy flashed it not to me\nThat one true heart was left behind!\nWhat feeling do we ever find\nTo equal among human kind\nA dog's fidelity!\"\n\n\"Mistress, I dug upon your grave\nTo bury a bone, in case\nI should be hungry near this spot\nWhen passing on my daily trot.\nI am sorry, but I quite forgot\nIt was your resting place.\"\n\n\u2014\u00a01914<\/p>","rendered":"
“Ah, are you digging on my grave, “Then who is digging on my grave, “But someone digs upon my grave? “Then, who is digging on my grave? “Ah yes! You<\/i> dig upon my grave… “Mistress, I dug upon your grave \u2014\u00a01914<\/p>\n\n\t\t\t
\nMy loved one? \u2014 planting rue[1]<\/sup><\/a>?”
\n\u2014 “No: yesterday he went to wed
\nOne of the brightest wealth has bred.
\n‘It cannot hurt her now,’ he said,
\n‘That I should not be true.'”<\/p>\n
\nMy nearest dearest kin?”
\n\u2014 “Ah, no: they sit and think, ‘What use!
\nWhat good will planting flowers produce?
\nNo tendance of her mound can loose
\nHer spirit from Death’s gin[2]<\/sup><\/a>.'”<\/p>\n
\nMy enemy? \u2014 prodding sly?”
\n\u2014 “Nay: when she heard you had passed the Gate
\nThat shuts on all flesh soon or late,
\nShe thought you no more worth her hate,
\nAnd cares not where you lie.<\/p>\n
\nSay \u2014 since I have not guessed!”
\n\u2014 “O it is I, my mistress dear,
\nYour little dog , who still lives near,
\nAnd much I hope my movements here
\nHave not disturbed your rest?”<\/p>\n
\nWhy flashed it not to me
\nThat one true heart was left behind!
\nWhat feeling do we ever find
\nTo equal among human kind
\nA dog’s fidelity!”<\/p>\n
\nTo bury a bone, in case
\nI should be hungry near this spot
\nWhen passing on my daily trot.
\nI am sorry, but I quite forgot
\nIt was your resting place.”<\/p>\nCandela Citations<\/h3>\n\t\t\t\t\t