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Leaving Aldworth.
[Nov. 1892
LEAVING ALDWORTH.
Oct. 11, 1892.
[“I chanced to be one of the few who walked from Aldworth to Haslemere with the great poet’s body. I send you a sonnet which describes the scene as I saw it.”]
A steamy thresher murmured from afar,
In the near copse a solitary hound
Howled broken-heartedly, no other sound
Availed the absolute peacefulness to mar.
Then to the moss-lined laurel-woven car
We bore the poet, laid the wreaths around,
And so in silence left his garden ground,
While o'er us gleamed the first pale evening star.
In the near copse a solitary hound
Howled broken-heartedly, no other sound
Availed the absolute peacefulness to mar.
Then to the moss-lined laurel-woven car
We bore the poet, laid the wreaths around,
And so in silence left his garden ground,
While o'er us gleamed the first pale evening star.
The moon rose black against the dying day,
And purple grew the dewy woodland dell,
But from those lamps that lit the funeral wain
Shone such a glory through the hollow lane,
We felt, “with him who leads us all is well,”
And bravely followed down the darkened way.
And purple grew the dewy woodland dell,
But from those lamps that lit the funeral wain
Shone such a glory through the hollow lane,
We felt, “with him who leads us all is well,”
And bravely followed down the darkened way.
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