Graveyard Walk
<p>Great trees in rows, subsided earth,<br />
The lines of sculpted stone,<br />
Foot sweep of parchment, winter leaves,<br />
Twigs crack, as dry as bone.</p>
<p>An angel weeps with gaze fixed down,<br />
A head in bronze relief,<br />
Words cast in lead set out the facts,<br />
Of persons laid beneath.</p>
<p>Graves are filled and stones are laid,<br />
In death, all time has stopped,<br />
And only those who wander here,<br />
Hear meaning in the clock.</p>
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