Wessex Poems and Other Verses: She

She

AT HIS FUNERAL

They bear him to his resting-place - In slow procession sweeping by; I follow at a stranger's space; His kindred they, his sweetheart I. Unchanged my gown of garish dye, Though sable-sad is their attire; But they stand round with griefless eye,

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