letra de d h lawrence - service of all the dead - ghizela rowe
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between the avenue of cypresses
all in their scarlet capes and surplices
of linen, go the chaunting choristers
the priests in gold and black, the villagers
and all along the path to the cemetery
the round dark heads of men crowd silently;
and black-scarfed faces of women-folk wistfully
watch at the banner of death, and the mystery
and at the foot of a grave a father stands
with sunken head and forgotten, folded hands;
and at the foot of a gravе a mother kneels
with pale shut face, nor nеither hears nor feels
the coming of the chaunting choristers
between the avenue of cypresses
the silence of the many villagers
the candle-flames beside the surplices
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