| Higginson and Bigelow, comps. American Sonnets. 1891. | | | | At the Grave of Champernowne | | By John Albee (1833–1915) |
| | | HERE poise, like flowers on flowers, the butterflies; | |
| The grasshopper on crookèd crutch leaps up, | |
| The wild bees hum above the clover cup, | |
| The fox-grape wreathes the fence in green disguise | |
| Of ruin; and antique plants set out in tears, | 5 |
| Pink, guelder-rose, and myrtle’s purple bells | |
| Struggle ’mid grass and their own wasting years | |
| To show the grave that no inscription tells. | |
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| Here rest the bones of Francis Champernowne; | |
| The blazonry of Norman kings he bore; | 10 |
| His fathers builded many a tower and town, | |
| And after Senlac England’s lords. Now o’er | |
| His island cairn the lonesome forests frown, | |
| And sailless seas beat the untrodden shore. | | | | |
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