One Sea-Side Grave. 
By Rossetti, Christina Georgina. 


Unmindful of the roses,
Unmindful of the thorn,
A reaper tired reposes
Among his gathered corn:
So might I, till the morn!

Cold as the cold Decembers,
Past as the days that set,
While only one remembers
And all the rest forget, - 
But one remembers yet.