Susannah Fry
by Walter de la Mare

Here sleep I,
Susannah Fry,
No one near me,
No one nigh:
Alone, alone
Beneath a stone,
Dreaming on,
Dreaming on,
With grass for tester
And coverlid,
Dreaming on
As I always did.
“Weak in the head”
Maybe–who knows?
Susannah Fry
Under the rose.