Poetry Wednesday

Dirge

by William Alexander Percy

Tuck the earth, fold the sod,
Drop the hollow-sounding clod.
Quiet's come; time for sleeping,
Tired out of mirth and weeping,
Calmed at last of mirth and weeping.
Tuck the earth, fold the sod;
Quiet's here, maybe God.

(Published in The Double Dealer, Nov. 1923, p. 201)