Sonnet LVII. Written The Night Preceding The [1]Funeral Of Mrs. Charles Buckeridge.
In the chill silence of the winter eve, Thro' Lichfield's darken'd streets I bend my way By that sad mansion, where NERINA's Clay Awaits the MORNING KNELL; - and awed perceive, In the late bridal chamber, the clear ray Of numerous lights; while o'er the ceiling stray Shadows of those who frequent pass beneath Round the PALE DEAD. - What sounds my senses grieve! For now the busy hammer's stroke appals, That, "in dread note of preparation," falls, Closing the sable lid! - With sighs I bear These solemn warnings from the House of Woes; Pondering how late, for young NERINA, there, Joyous, the Love-illumin'd Morn arose. 1: In Lichfield Cathedral the funeral rites are performed early in the Morning.
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