| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | XXXV. Consolation
Epilogue to ‘Haworth Churchyard’ | | By Matthew Arnold (1822–1888) |
| | | SO I sang: but the Muse, | |
| Shaking her head, took the harp— | |
| Stern interrupted my strain, | |
| Angrily smote on the chords. | |
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| April showers | 5 |
| Rush o’er the Yorkshire moors. | |
| Stormy, through driving mist, | |
| Loom the blurr’d hills; the rain | |
| Lashes the newly-made grave. | |
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| Unquiet souls! | 10 |
| —In the dark fermentation of earth, | |
| In the never idle workshop of nature, | |
| In the eternal movement, | |
| Ye shall find yourselves again! | | | | |
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