| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895. 1895. |
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( WESTMINSTER ABBEY: OCTOBER 12, 1892) GIB DIESEN TODTEN MIR HERAUS! 1( The Minster speaks)
BRING me my dead! | |
| To me that have grown, | |
| Stone laid upon stone, | |
| As the stormy brood | |
| Of English blood | 5 |
| Has wax’d and spread | |
| And fill’d the world, | |
| With sails unfurl’d; | |
| With men that may not lie; | |
| With thoughts that cannot die. | 10 |
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| Bring me my dead! | |
| Into the storied hall, | |
| Where I have garner’d all | |
| My harvest without weed; | |
| My chosen fruits of goodly seed, | 15 |
| And lay him gently down among | |
| The men of state, the men of song: | |
| The men that would not suffer wrong: | |
| The thought-worn chieftains of the mind: | |
| Head-servants of the human kind. | 20 |
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| Bring me my dead! | |
| The autumn sun shall shed | |
| Its beams athwart the bier’s | |
| Heap’d blooms: a many tears | |
| Shall flow; his words, in cadence sweet and strong, | 25 |
| Shall voice the full hearts of the silent throng. | |
| Bring me my dead! | |
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| And oh! sad wedded mourner, seeking still | |
| For vanish’d hand clasp: drinking in thy fill | |
| Of holy grief; forgive, that pious theft | 30 |
| Robs thee of all, save memories, left: | |
| Not thine to kneel beside the grassy mound | |
| While dies the western glow; and all around | |
| Is silence; and the shadows closer creep | |
| And whisper softly: All must fall asleep. | 35 |
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