| Jessie B. Rittenhouse, ed. (1869–1948). The Little Book of Modern Verse. 1917. |
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| 133. “We Needs Must Be Divided in the Tomb” |
| | | By George Santayana |
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| WE needs must be divided in the tomb, | |
| For I would die among the hills of Spain, | |
| And o’er the treeless, melancholy plain | |
| Await the coming of the final gloom. | |
| But thou—O pitiful!—wilt find scant room | 5 |
| Among thy kindred by the northern main, | |
| And fade into the drifting mist again, | |
| The hemlocks’ shadow, or the pines’ perfume. | |
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| Let gallants lie beside their ladies’ dust | |
| In one cold grave, with mortal love inurned; | 10 |
| Let the sea part our ashes, if it must, | |
| The souls fled thence which love immortal burned, | |
| For they were wedded without bond of lust, | |
| And nothing of our heart to earth returned. | |
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