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Thursday, 14 June 2012

Sonnet XXX. On Seeing Our Family-Vault by Henry Alford

This lodging is well chosen: for ’tis near
The fitful sighing of those chestnut–trees;
And every Sabbath morning it can hear
The swelling of the hymn├Ęd melodies;
And the low booming of the funeral bell
Shall murmur through the dark and vaulted room,
Waking its solemn echoes but to tell
That one more soul is gathered to its home.
There we shall lie beneath the trodden stone:–
Oh, none can tell how dreamless and how deep
Our peace will be when the last earth is thrown,
The last notes of the music fallen asleep,
The mourners past away, the tolling done,
The last chink closed, and the long dark begun.

From: http://www.poemhunter.com/best-poems/henry-alford/sonnet-xxx-on-seeing-our-family-vault/

Date: 1833

By: Henry Alford (1810-1871)

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