On that day

by D. H. Lawrence

　　

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ON that dayI shall put roses on roses, and cover your graveWith multitude of white roses: and since you were brave One bright red ray. So people, passing underThe ash-trees of the valley-road, will raiseTheir eyes and look at the grave on the hill, in wonder, Wondering mount, and put the flowers asunder To see whose praiseIs blazoned here so white and so bloodily red.Then they will say: "'Tis long since she is dead, Who has remembered her after many days?" And standing thereThey will consider how you went your waysUnnoticed among them, a still queen lost in the maze Of this earthly affair. A queen, they'll say,Has slept unnoticed on a forgotten hill.Sleeps on unknown, unnoticed there, until Dawns my insurgent day.

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