We shall sit in silence.

From Riverside Cemetery, Sunderland, MA:

I shall come back again,
returning amid summer bloom,
and take you, hand in hand,
through our familiar hills,
where the mountain laurel affords
quiescent shade to the short grass;
and we shall watch from the topmost hill,
the river flowing south to the sea.
There we shall sit in silence
through the odd rush
of the warm afternoon,
the sun's unnoticed disappearance,
the lingering, reflected twilight
caught in the high purple hills
from the light of the recent sun,
the swallows' vanishing flight.