Best poems for funerals - AFTER DRAFTING Yet no slumber Anguish smothers; Hark
AFTER DRAFTING
Yet no slumber
Anguish smothers; Hark the calling, plaintive calling,
Of the robbed and stricken mothers!
Oh, how still are plain and river How all-sweet, how all-amazing !
By the stars’ march night is numbered Rising, setting, zenith-blazing.
Peace has come upon the homestead;
Passed the long day’s rush and riot; Only from the drafted cattle
Comes a note of sad disquiet :
Dun and dappled,
Horned and poley They are lowing, lowly lowing,
With a helpless melancholy.
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