On That Day

By: D.H. Lawrence

Albert Welti – Violinist by a Grave

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.