Edwin Van Dusen - 1831-1903

Edwin Van Dusen 1831 - 1903 Come closer my friend Come closer to my forgotten grave, Here in Clark Cemetery. You’ll find me enclosed beneath the hardened dirt here, Beneath the grassy terrain. My soul enveloped in infinite dust, Remains alive still. I fondly remember Christmas time And hunting birds of prey in Turnbull. But now I sleep in this eternal death world, In the eye of Orpheus Staring downward ever downward My eye lids inside this cushioned casket, Flutter and wink again and again, Wanting love Or the beginning of an amazing thought. The thought that I lived and loved, That I experienced every day of my life With a mad joy.