Beautifully simple, a pretty hopeful, happy poem. I wonder the reason, the exact thing that happened, that compelled Twain to write such a good poem. Not the greatest poem out there by any means but nonetheless is a decent poem that any poet should be happy to have written.
A particularly heart wrenching epitaph written by Mark Twain, on the tombstone of his wife, Olivia L. Langdon, whom he married in 1870. He was buried alongside her after his demise. All Twain is trying to do is say goodbye to his wife whom he loved dearly. He paints of beautiful picture of the calm scene. The entire poetry is written in a loving, peaceful tone with the most delicate use of adjectives and the kindest emotion. The poem epitomizes his attitude towards his wife and perfectly portrays the love he felt for her. Yet, there is not much sorrow shown. He's picked his words carefully to make sure she'd be remembered not with tears in peoples eyes, but with serene smiles. Towards the end, he wishes her farewell and bids adieu to his most loved companion.