Autumn Burial

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Autumn Burial

The moon shone full that night,

And fill’d with misty light

The solemn clouds hung white

Above her pall;

Waiting the golden dawn

The silent woods stood wan,

While through their aisles mov’d on

Her funeral.

Palely their torches flare,

While rob’d in white they bear

Her corpse that was most fair

Of them that die,

By sleeping forests tall

And woods funereal

Through the decaying fall

Beneath the sky.

The orbed moon looks down

Upon her golden crown,

From out the forest brown

The wood-things stare;

The holy stars behold

Her woven hair of gold,

And slumbering and cold

Her bosom bare.

The moon shines full o’erhead,

And they with bowed head

About her body dead

In silence stand;

There where no foot hath trod

They bury her with sod

Alone with only God

In all the land.

Tall forests stand around

About her grassy mound

And over all the ground

Lie shadows hoar.

She ’neath the passing moon

Sees not the shadows strewn

Sunk in her golden swoon

Forevermore.