Surplice Poems - Poems about Surplice

...The Burial, Translation of Paul Verlaine’s sonnet : L’Enterrement I know nothing as gay as a burial ! The grave-digger who sings with his pickaxe in bright thrill The church bells from afar reverber......

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...Some keep the Sabbath going to Church I just keep staying at home with thunder for a chorister and an ochard for a dome Some keep the Sabbath in Surplice I just wear my wings instead of tolling the......

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...The ramblings of a yellow rose, What are they, do you suppose? And is there any sense in prose, When written by a rambling rose? And does it have a single purpose, Or is such stuff a......

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