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: Friday, January 3, 2003



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