The road we travelled was the usual one
Uphill and down it wound its way between
Pale fields of grain and woods of darker green,
Skirting the river where cool waters run,
Glassy and blue beneath a summer sun.
Along the way, scarce noticing, we passed
Houses, barns, pastures thick with cows. At last
We stopped before a graveyard, journey done.
At her grandparents' tomb I took a spade
Turned up the sod, and put her urn beneath
To be with them in place and time and death.
Then as I covered up the hole I made
My ears were opened and I heard the strong
And living sweetness of a robin's song.