That is such a lovely poem. I came across that poem several years ago when I first started doing my family History.
Of course, part of that journey 4 years later, was to travel to UK visit graves of my great grandparents. I knew which cemeteries three would probably be in, and found them complete with headstones in Ayrshire.
The other I found after sifting through cemetery records in Liverpool - she had a West Derby address on her death cert, and yes - the burial record gave me Plot No, Section, and at West Derby Cemetery. The next day I went to find her grave, the very kind sexton led me to the place. Sadly, no headstone, but could see where it had been at one time. Maybe war damage? He didn't know though.
But, the poem describes absolutely what I felt when standing in front of my great-grandparents graves. It was an amazing feeling and I felt such a connection and so pleased I had made that journey.
I also met a number of living family members while in England and Scotland, so for me, the trip of a lifetime! Got to see where they were born and lived and dies. It was great to follow in the footsteps of my families (which is what I have called my Genealogy). I have yet to get to Canada and Boston, living for Lotto!!!

Thank you for posting that particular poem it's beautiful!
Jeanne