On That Day by D.H. Lawrence — Read

/ ON that day / I shall put roses on roses, and cover your grave / With multitude of white roses: and since you were brave / One bright red ray.

So people, passing under / The ash-trees of the valley-road, will raise / Their eyes and look at the grave on the hill, in wonder, / Wondering mount, and put the flowers asunder

To see whose praise / Is 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 there / They will consider how you went your ways / Unnoticed 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.