Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A FUNERAL, by HENRY ALFORD Poet's Biography First Line: Slowly and softly let the music go Last Line: And streaks of orient light in time's horizon play. Subject(s): Funerals; Burials | ||||||||
SLOWLY and softly let the music go, As ye wind upwards to the gray church tower; Check the shrill hautboy, let the pipe breathe low -- Tread lightly on the pathside daisy flower. For she ye carry was a gentle bud, Loved by the unsunn'd drops of silver dew; Her voice was like the whisper of the wood In prime of even, when the stars are few. Lay her all gently in the flowerful mould, Weep with her one brief hour; then turn away, -- Go to hope's prison, -- and from out the cold And solitary gratings many a day Look forth: 'tis said the world is growing old, -- And streaks of orient light in Time's horizon play. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FUNERAL SERMON by ANDREW HUDGINS RETURN FROM DELHI by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN THE SCATTERING OF EVAN JONES'S ASHES by GALWAY KINNELL BROWNING'S FUNERAL by H. T. MACKENZIE BELL FALLING ASLEEP OVER THE AENEID by ROBERT LOWELL MY FATHER'S BODY by WILLIAM MATTHEWS |
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