Thomas Hardy Funeral Poems

1.
God's Funeral

I
I saw a slowly-stepping train --
Lined on the brows, scoop-eyed and bent and hoar --
Following in files across a twilit plain
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2.
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.
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3.
A King's Soliloquy [on The Night Of His Funeral]

From the slow march and muffled drum,
And crowds distrest,
And book and bell, at length I have come
To my full rest.
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4.
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.
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