Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916.
Epilogue to Haworth ChurchyardMatthew Arnold (18221888)
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Shaking her head, took the harp—
Stern interrupted my strain,
Angrily smote on the chords.
Rush o’er the Yorkshire moors.
Stormy, through driving mist,
Loom the blurr’d hills; the rain
Lashes the newly-made grave.
—In the dark fermentation of earth,
In the never idle workshop of nature,
In the eternal movement,
Ye shall find yourselves again!