Ella Wheeler Wilcox,
Poems of Cheer — Over the May Hill
(1914)
“ Whirling and whirling through moonlight and starlight. Rocking as lightly as boats on the wave, Down in your eyes shone a deep light--a far light, How could I know 'twas the light to your grave? Day by day, day by day, nearing and nearing, Hid under greenness, and beauty and bloom, Cometh the shape and the shadow I'm fearing, "Over the May hill" is waiting your tomb. ”
