Thomas Hardy

(2 June 1840 – 11 January 1928 / Dorchester / England)

She At His Funeral - Poem by Thomas Hardy

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,
Whilst my regret consumes like fire!


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002



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