Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A FUNERAL, by NORMAN ROWLAND GALE Poet's Biography First Line: We carried you one sullen winter day Last Line: Not lovely, friend of friends, for you were dead. Subject(s): Funerals; Grief; Winter; Burials; Sorrow; Sadness | ||||||||
WE carried you one sullen winter day Along a road of no return for you, No coming back for you, O friend. We bore the body, for the soul, men say, Unviewed, had sped into the angels' view And left the world to circle to its end. We bore you on our shoulders though the wind Came o'er the hedges with a cry that made Us tremble in the mirestill we bore You safe into the little church, and prayed In tears. Ah, wise in action and in words, most wise, We may not gaze into your earnest eyes And in their noble steadfastness admire Pure heart, clean mind, and flame of sacred fire To burn up evil and attain the skies! For in a searching wind we, tearful, bore You safe into the churchour spirits sore To think that we should walk with you no more; And when the priest read comfort from his book, How cold it was to us who might not look Upon your face! And then anew in tenderness we raised Your body up and placed it near the grave; But God our strength and Christ our hope be praised That we shall gaze on you as Mary gazed On the Redeemer when He rose to save! Slowly, as falls a tear that slowly starts From some great agony, the coffin sank, But all your heart was treasured in our hearts; And when the Sexton from the earthen bank Dropt clods upon you, tears fell warm and fast, For though your eyes were closed and low your head, It was as if you livedand we were dead! Whether along the lane or by the field We all sobbed homeward, hard it is to tell! A blackbird in the coppice close-concealed Piped out of tune to grief within our breasts And jarred against the unseen bell that pealed A late lark's song still wavered overhead, Not beautiful, O Friend, for you were dead Not lovely, Friend of friends, for you were dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONOMA FIRE by JANE HIRSHFIELD AS THE SPARKS FLY UPWARDS by JOHN HOLLANDER WHAT GREAT GRIEF HAS MADE THE EMPRESS MUTE by JUNE JORDAN CHAMBER MUSIC: 19 by JAMES JOYCE DIRGE AT THE END OF THE WOODS by LEONIE ADAMS THE COUNTRY FAITH by NORMAN ROWLAND GALE |
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