| Thomas Hardy (18401928). Wessex Poems and Other Verses. 1898. |
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| 9. She, At His Funeral |
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| THEY bear him to his resting-place | |
| In slow procession sweeping by; | |
| I follow at a strangers space; | |
| His kindred they, his sweetheart I. | |
| Unchanged my gown of garish dye, | 5 |
| Though sable-sad is their attire; | |
| But they stand round with griefless eye, | |
Whilst my regret consumes like fire!
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