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ON A GRAVE IN CHRIST-CHURCH, HANTS, by                    
First Line: Turning from shelley's sculptured face aside
Last Line: Of sorrow kills as oft as frost the leaf.
Subject(s): Graves; Grief; Tombs; Tombstones; Sorrow; Sadness

TURNING from Shelley's sculptured face aside,
And pacing thoughtfully the silent aisles
Of the gray church that overlooks the smiles
Of the glad Avon hastening its tide
To join the seaward-winding Stour, I spied
Close at my feet a slab among the tiles
That paved the minster, where the sculptor's files
Had graven only "Died of Grief," beside
The name of her who slept below. Sad soul!
A century has fled since kindly death
Cut short that life which nothing knew but grief,
And still your fate stirs pity. Yet the whole
Wide world is full of graves like yours, for breath
Of sorrow kills as oft as frost the leaf.

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