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She At His Funeral

THEY bear him to his resting-place
In slow procession sweeping by;
I follow at a stranger’s space;
His kindred they, his sweetheart I.
Unchanged my gown of garish dye,
Though sable-sad is their attire;
But they stand round with griefless eye,
Whilst my regret consumes like fire!


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Poem She At His Funeral - Thomas Hardy