Trelawny's Grave

I know a garden near the gates of Rome Where Life and Death hold hands in silence; here In solemn shade where towering cypress rear Their green eternal, white as wind-led foam Lie scattered stones that shield the final home Of exiles. Fair their bed; by violets dear And swaying roses decked; above them, clear In bluest glory arches Heaven's dome. 'Twas here my heart encountered peace one day Beside an old man's grave that said: If God Condemn you live beyond your friend, this way You too may rest.—The heart is childish; dread Of earth-loss fades before Trelawny dead Close-gathered to his Shelley in the sod.