<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=447600" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Funeral</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">MARK you not yon sad procession; <br>'Mid the ruin'd abbey's gloom,<br>Hastening to the worm's possession,<br>To the dark and silent tomb!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">See the velvet pall hangs over<br>Poor mortality's remains;<br>We should shudder to discover<br>What that coffin's space contains.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Death itself is lovely—wearing<br>But the colder shape of sleep;<br>Or the solemn statue bearing<br>Beauty that forbids to weep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But decay—the pulses tremble<br>When its livid signs appear;<br>When the once-loved lips resemble<br>All we loathe, and all we fear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is it not a ghastly ending<br>For the body's godlike form,<br>Thus to the damp earth descending,<br>Food and triumph to the worm?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Better far the red pile blazing<br>With the spicy Indian wood,<br>Incense unto heaven raising<br>From the sandal oil's sweet flood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the bright pyre's kindling flashes,<br>Let my yielded soul ascend;<br>Fling to the wild winds my ashes<br>'Till with mother-earth they blend.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not so,—let the pale urn keep them;<br>Touch'd with spices, oil, and wine;<br>Let there be some one to weep them;<br>Wilt thou keep that urn? Love mine!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Letitia+Elizabeth+Landon">Letitia Elizabeth Landon</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=447600" data-title="The Funeral de Letitia Elizabeth Landon" data-description="MARK you not yon sad procession; 'Mid the ruin'd abbey's gloom, Hastening to the worm's possession, To the dark and silent tomb! See the velvet pall hangs over Poor mortality's remains; We should shudder to discover What that coffin's space cont..."></div> </div> </div>

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