How shall I weep with those who mourn
When I have sensed the sweeter breeze
Wafting o'er the stones and through the trees
Across the sealed bronzed lid of death-borne
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A very well written poem expressing the pain and grief endured by the loved ones behind and at the same time viewing death as a force dominant. Feared yet accepted.
It is a good thing to grieve for loved ones at a cemetery; you are right. I do that quite a lot. It can make you feel afraid of your own death sometime in the future. I know where you are coming from.