In an Old Burying Ground

This is strange heraldry / The graveyard paints / For him who best perceives / Its curious feints. / Under its leaning stones / Sailors and parson men / Titles and beggarmen / Maidens and crones, / Mingle their bones.

They laugh at dreams we weave / Of equality / Under the sun / Yet here it's done! / Under the frail grass-spear / All these are equal here / None lie alone.

Greek name and Bible name / Pagan and prude; / Under the grass / Not any class. / Fine old aristocrat -- / Right near his trimkept plat / The cobbler's lass!

Also I notice near / Sun shining full and clear / Violets as blue. / The man who used to swear / Sleeping quite calmly there / Where Quakers do.

Dreamer and prig and crank; / Humble and full of swank / Level they rank / To us they all seem just / Handfuls of human dust / Even and blank.

And this I've come to hold / One may be quite an old / Aristocrat; / But when one comes to die / Things are Democracy / And that is that!