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"GRAVE YARD"
Half-hidden in a grave yard,
- In the blackness of a yew,
- Nor sunbeam pierces through'
Is a tomb-stone, green and crooked -
- Its faded legend gone -
- To sing of the unknown.
There, when the dusk is falling,
- Silence broods so deep
- Sighs from the fields of sleep.
Day breaks in heedless beauty,
- Kindling each drop of dew,
- Beneath this lonely yew
And, all else lost and faded,
- Only this listening head
- Its secret with the dead.
By Walter De La Mare (1873-1956).
(Walter De La Mare is the pen name, Walter Ramal;
much of his writing was nominally for children.)
