| William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. (1878–1962). Anthology of Magazine Verse for 1920. 1920. |
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| Overhead |
| | | Scudder Middleton |
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| WHEN you and I are laid away | |
| In little boxes under grass, | |
| What will the townsmen say of us | |
| When overhead they smile and pass? | |
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| “She was a lovely, quiet thing | 5 |
| Who kept her house so neat and gay. | |
| She was as much in love with life | |
| As she is satisfied today.” | |
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| “He was the brightest man we had; | |
| He kept us laughing till he died. | 10 |
| It seemed he only had to speak, | |
| And we would chuckle at his side.” | |
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| Then you and I will rap the boards | |
| And call in language of the dead— | |
| But there’ll be nothing we can do | 15 |
To stop that chatter overhead.
Harper’s Magazine | |
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