Partitions and Parallels

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It is January, it is cold, and i am visiting Calke Abbey Stately Home, owned now by the National Trust.   I walk around the grounds, and then up the hill to the small church and graveyard, owned by generations of Lords and Ladies of the upper class of England.  There are many of the previous owners buried there as are there also high ranking clergy and a few of the members of the staff, such as  head groundsman, housekeeper, etc.  This i find very surprising, because special tunnels were built in and around this place, which were for the 'workers' to arrive and leave, so the family and any guests never had to see them.  Gardeners, labourers and the like were never to be seen.  And here they are, laying in the same space with no barriers, or are there? Are the partitions invisible still? Have parallels now gone? Or are they still part of each other?  My poem was inspired by a gravestone from 1700's of a man and his daughter who were in some way part of the labour class of this grandiose wealthy place and its people.