DOWN old ways the monks pass ringing Masses for the lost dead; bringing Strange white herds to join their singing — @3Miserere, Domine@1. Hunted, lonely, waked from sleeping, In the haunted stillness creeping, Timid shadows linger weeping — @3Miserere, Domine@1. From their tombs in grave-sheets mobbing, — Listen to their heart-sick sobbing Through the mellow moonlight throbbing — @3Miserere, Domine@1. Golden lilies, fragrance trailing, Shades of blood their fairness veiling, Tremble at the hopeless wailing — @3Miserere, Domine@1. Cypress plumes in night-winds blowing, Wild white roses incense sowing, Stir the air to mystic knowing — @3Miserere, Domine@1. Ever nearer, clearer, calling, On they sweep with shrieks appalling, Echoes from dark archways falling — @3Miserere, Domine@1. . . . . . . . . . . Now at last they pause, slow kneeling, Silence softly on them stealing; Hark, the bells have ceased their pealing — @3Miserere, Domine@1. Softly, softly, grave-stones closing, Shut the dead to mute reposing Back within the warm earth dozing — @3Miserere, Domine@1. And the sun, glad day betraying, — Down the paling highway straying, Only two brown monks finds praying — @3Miserere, Domine@1. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CAESAR'S LOST TRANSPORT SHIPS by ROBERT FROST A COURT LADY by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 26 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE SPELLIN' BEE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE WILL OF GOD by FREDERICK WILLIAM FABER A PROPHECY by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR |