Yet ev’n these bones from insult to protect,
Some frail memorial still erected nigh,
With uncouth rhymes and shapeless sculpture deck’d,
Implores the passing tribute of a sigh.
Their name, their years, spelt by th’ unletter’d muse,
The place of fame and elegy supply:
And many a holy text around she strews,
That teach the rustic moralist to die.
from –Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard by Thomas Gray
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Comments on: "Photo Challenge, Name: On a Tombstone" (2)
Simply beautiful, Kay. I love the starkness combined with the warm light. Poetic.
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Hi Kate, thanks for stopping by and commenting. : )
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