English poem
Epitaphs
by Oliver Herford (1863–1935)
Willy Nilly
Here lies Willy’s mortal clay In its Mother Earth’s caresses. Willy’s soul has flown away-- Where it is you have two guesses.
Here lies Bill
Here lies Bill, the son of Fred. He lied alive; he now lies dead.
Tears, Idle Tears
Oh, stranger, dry the starting tear! Kaiser Bill is buried here.
Pax
’Neath this stone lies Kaiser Bill. He sought for peace--he seeks it still.
Requiescat
Here Wilhelm sleeps. For Mercy’s sake, Tread softly, friend, lest he should wake!
Ashes to Ashes
Swallow him, O Earth, for he, Did his best to swallow thee.