" .... @3with two other priests; the same night he died, and was buried by the shores of the lake that bears his name."@1—CHRONICLE "Nay, grieve not that ye can no honour give To these poor bones that presently must be But carrion; since I have sought to live Upon God's earth, as He hath guided me, I shall not lack! Where would ye have me lie? High heaven is higher than cathedral nave: Do men paint chancels fairer than the sky?" Beside the darkened lake they made his grave, Below the altar of the hills; and night Swung incense clouds of mist in creeping lines That twisted through the tree-trunks, where the light Groped through the arches of the silent pines: And he, beside the lonely path he trod, Lay, tombed in splendour, in the House of God. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE YOUNG GLASS-STAINER by THOMAS HARDY SMALL BEGINNINGS by CHARLES MACKAY DREAM ENCONTERS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN ONLY A PIN by ISAAC HINTON BROWN THE LIVING LOST by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE WINDS by SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES THE TRIANGLE by FLAVIA CAMP CANFIELD SONG TO ONE WHO, WHEN I PRAIS'D MY MISTRESS' BEAUTY, SAID I WAS BLIND by THOMAS CAREW |