I sit amongst the gravestones
Hidden from the world
Some might think a sombre place
But their eyes should be unfurled
For though the dead lie buried
In their eternal tomb
There’s no other place for miles around
Where life is so in bloom
Ground elder dwarf the ancient stones
Where lichen’s alliance thrives
And whilst yew trees keep the devil out
Their branches teem with lives
But although nature rushes around
To spring’s so urgent blows
When my life gets too much for me
This place it brings repose