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Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон)


A Burying


I see the twelve fair months go by
Bearing a coffin shoulder-high.
What, laughing? Pretty pall-bearers,
Pitiless of the buried years,
Have ye never a tear to shed
Nor sigh to drop for the newly-dead,
Nor marble grief to mark his grave?--
No, none of these; but see, we have
Green seed to mingle with his earth.--
What, is not this a burying?---- Nay, a birth.



Eleanor Farjeon's other poems:
  1. Sonnets. 1. Man Cannot Be a Sophist to His Heart
  2. Spring-Dawn
  3. Sonnet (About the house go terrible winds in flight)
  4. When You Say
  5. Sonnets. 3. Once, Love, be prodigal, nor look hereafter


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