A Graveyard Poem by Silas Weir Mitchell

A Graveyard



As beats the unrestful sea some ice-clad isle
Set in the sorrowful night of arctic seas,
Some lorn domain of endless silences,
So, echoless, unanswered, falleth here;
The great voiced city's roar of fretful life.

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