Destroyers and Other Verses/Anniversary

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Anniversary.
I dreamt I through a cemetery went,Where lay the dead it seemed so hard to lose,And by each tombstone, mound and monument,Stood a down-trodden, dust-stained pair of shoes.
And one beside me whispered, "Do not weep,They but await the call that must beginAnother day; each body here doth sleepThroughout the night, as at a quiet Inn.
"Though many fell asleep with tired eyes,Stained by the dust on life's malodorous way,With that new dawn each traveller will arise,Cleansed and refreshed to face another day."
February 17th, 1857.
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