THE CATHEDRAL TOMBS.
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THE CATHEDRAL TOMBS.
"Post tempestatem tranquillitas."
Epitaph in Ely Cathedral.
Epitaph in Ely Cathedral.
HEY lie, with upraised hands, and feetStretched like dead feet that walk no more,
And stony masks oft human sweet,
As if the olden look each wore,
Familiar curves of lip and eye,
Were wrought by some fond memory.
All waiting: the new-coffined dead,
The handful of mere dust that lies
Sarcophagused in stone and lead
Under the weight of centuries:
Knight, cardinal, bishop, abbess mild,
With last week's buried year-old child.
The handful of mere dust that lies
Sarcophagused in stone and lead
Under the weight of centuries:
Knight, cardinal, bishop, abbess mild,
With last week's buried year-old child.
After the tempest cometh peace,
After long travail sweet repose;
These folded palms, these feet that cease
From any motion, are but shows
Of—what? What rest? How rest they? Where?
The generations naught declare.
After long travail sweet repose;
These folded palms, these feet that cease
From any motion, are but shows
Of—what? What rest? How rest they? Where?
The generations naught declare.
