Bereaved Of All, I Went Abroad, No Less Bereaved To Be Upon A New Peninsula, -- The Grave Preceded Me, Obtained My Lodgings Ere Myself, And When I Sought My Bed, The Grave It Was, Reposed Upon The Pillow For My Head. I Waked, To Find It First Awake, I Rose, -- It Followed Me; I Tried To Drop It In The Crowd, To Lose It In The Sea, In Cups Of Artificial Drowse To Sleep Its Shape Away, -- The Grave Was Finished, But The Spade Remained In Memory.