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Post by :justaskjoe
Category :Poems
Author :Ernest Dowson
Date :October 2011
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In A Breton Cemetery
They sleep well here,These fisher-folk who passed their anxious days
In fierce Atlantic ways;
And found not there,
Beneath the long curled wave,
So quiet a grave.
And they sleep well
These peasant-folk, who told their lives away,
From day to market-day,
As one should tell,
With patient industry,
Some sad old rosary.
And now night falls,
Me, tempest-tost, and driven from pillar to post,
A poor worn ghost,
This quiet pasture calls;
And dear dead people with pale hands
Beckon me to their lands.
(The end)
Ernest Dowson's poem: In A Breton Cemetery
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