She At His Funeral
Read 'She At His Funeral' by 'Thomas Hardy' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
THEY bear him to his resting-place--
In slow procession sweeping by;
I follow at a stranger's space;
His kindred they, his sweetheart I.
Unchanged my gown of garish dye,
Though sable-sad is their attire;
But they stand round with griefless eye,
Whilst my regret consumes like fire!
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