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Dirge Over A Nameless Grave

Rating: 2.8

By yon still river, where the wave
Is winding slow at evening's close,
The beech, upon a nameless grave,
Its sadly-moving shadow throws.

O'er the fair woods the sun looks down
Upon the many-twinkling leaves,
And twilight's mellow shades are brown,
Where darkly the green turf upheaves.

The river glides in silence there,
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Michael Walker 23 February 2020

A situation like an unwanted arranged marriage, which turned out tragically for the woman, who lies in the unnamed grave, mourned only by her elderly father. A magical poem to me.

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