Dinesh

Dinesh

Posted on 06/15/2013


Photo taken on May 26, 2012


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Thomas Gray
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Church Yard

Church Yard
THE Curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea,
The plowman homeward plods his weary way,
And leaves the world to darkness and to me.

Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight,
And all the air a solemn stillness holds,
Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight,
And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds;

Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tow'r
The moping owl does to the moon complain
Of such as, wand'ring near her secret bow'r,
Molest her ancient solitary reign.

Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade,
Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap,
Each in his narrow cell for ever laid,
The rude Forefathers of the hamlet sleep.

The breezy call of incense-breathing Morn,
The swallow twitt'ring from the straw-built shed,
The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn,
No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
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Excerpt: : " Elegy written in a Country Churchyard" ~ Thomas Gray (1716-1771)

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pillarboxcottage
pillarboxcottage
Fabulous pairing of photograph and poem. I wish the whole poem had been included, though ~ I love it!
4 years ago.