the knell of parting day
slowly
plods
to darkness
Now fades
solemn stillness
where droning
drowsy tinklings lull
Beneath
a mouldering heap
for ever laid
The rude sleep
For them no more
her evening
return
the envied kiss
mock their
homely destiny
with a smile
the poor
boast of
beauty
Awaits
the grave
the fleeting breath
the silent dust
Death
Perhaps
Some heart
might have
waked
to
the spoils of time
And froze
The applause of
ruin
o'er smiling
eyes
Their lot forbade
their crimes confined
wade through slaughter
And shut the gates of mercy
The struggling pangs
the blushes of shame
heap
the flame
the madding strife
wishes
the cool sequestered vale of
noiseless tenor
these bones
still erected
Implores
the unlettered muse
and
many a holy text
to die
the parting soul
pious drops the closing eye
Ev'n from the tomb
Ev'n in our ashes
mindful of the unhonoured dead
their artless tale
by lonely
kindred spirit
the peep of dawn
the dews
meet the sun
at the foot of yonder nodding beech
--April 26, 2013
Prompt: An eraser poem. (Pick a famous poems and erase words or even whole stanzas from it, until it becomes your own.) Taken from Thomas Gray's "Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard"
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