Never! shall I wander
from my old cold withered home,

where the rain streams down
in mirrored sheets
upon the marble crypts below,

by the steple fence! by the wooden gate!
by the bone white broken tomb!

from where I shall never wander,
waiting only
for God to come.

Cemetery man

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/waiting-for-god-to-come/