Rondel
I follow, tottering, in the funeral train That bears my body to the welcoming grave. As those I mourn not, that entomb the brave, But smile as those that lay aside the vain; To me it is a thing of poor disdain, A clod I would not give a sigh to save! I follow, careless, in the funeral train, My outworn raiment to the cleansing grave. I follow to the grave with growing pain-- Then sudden cry: Let Earth take what she gave! And turn in gladness from the yawning cave-- Glad even for those whose tears yet flow amain: They also follow, in their funeral train, Outworn necessities to the welcoming grave!
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"I follow, tottering, in the funeral train..."
Exploring the themes of classic, George MacDonald delivers a powerful performance in "Rondel"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...