DEAD ELEGY

Nothing to do now, but placidly stand
along the river shore that I thought hard to leave.
Weep not, weep not, let them bury your big eyes
in the secret earth securely.
Rivers are damp; she’s only just gone home.

Taken from: Sarett, Houseman, Johnson, Millay, Parker

dVerse Poets Pub – Meeting the Bar: the Elegy

Also see:

ELEGY WRITTEN WITHIN THE CEMETERY GATE
ENGLYN ELEGY (Cyrch)
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