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Poem by David Herbert Lawrence


Service of all the Dead


Between the avenues of cypresses,
All in their scarlet cloaks, and surplices
Of linen, go the chaunting choristers,
The priests in gold and black, the villagers.

And all along the path to the cemetery
The round, dark heads of men crowd silently
And black-scarved faces of women-folk, wistfully
Watch at the banner of death, and the mystery.

And at the foot of a grave a father stands
With sunken head, and forgotten, folded hands;
And at the foot of a grave a soman kneels
With pale shut face, and neither hears not feels

The coming of the chaunting choristers
Between the avenues of cypresses,
The silence of the many villagers,
The candle-flames beside the surplices. 



                      David Herbert Lawrence


David Herbert Lawrence's other poems:
  1. Meeting among the Mountains
  2. Discipline
  3. The Mosquito
  4. Listening
  5. A Spiritual Woman


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