William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. (1878–1962). Anthology of Magazine Verse for 1920.
Overhead
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In little boxes under grass,
What will the townsmen say of us
When overhead they smile and pass?
Who kept her house so neat and gay.
She was as much in love with life
As she is satisfied today.”
He kept us laughing till he died.
It seemed he only had to speak,
And we would chuckle at his side.”
And call in language of the dead—
But there’ll be nothing we can do
To stop that chatter overhead.