She (At His Funeral)

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Title:     She (At His Funeral)
Author: Thomas Hardy [More Titles by Hardy]

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!

187-.

[The end]
Thomas Hardy's poem: She (At His Funeral)

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