| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | XVI. Crossed Hands and Closed Eyes
From ‘Maud’ | | By Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809–1892) |
| | | DEAD, long dead, | |
| Long dead! | |
| And my heart is a handful of dust, | |
| And the wheels go over my head, | |
| And my bones are shaken with pain, | 5 |
| For into a shallow grave they are thrust, | |
| Only a yard beneath the street, | |
| And the hoofs of the horses beat, beat, | |
| The hoofs of the horses beat, | |
| Beat into my scalp and my brain, | 10 |
| With never an end to the stream of passing feet, | |
| Driving, hurrying, marrying, burying, | |
| Clamour and rumble, and ringing and clatter, | |
| And here beneath it is all as bad, | |
| For I thought the dead had peace, but it is not so; | 15 |
| To have no peace in the grave, is that not sad? | |
| But up and down and to and fro, | |
| Ever about me the dead men go. | | | | |
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