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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
England: Vols. I–IV. 1876–79.


At Stratford-upon-Avon

By Thomas Bailey Aldrich (1836–1907)

THUS spake his dust (so seemed it as I read

The words): Good frend for Jesvs’ sake forbeare

(Poor ghost!) To digg the dvst enclosed heare,

Then came the malediction on the head

Of who so dare disturb the sacred dead.

Outside the mavis whistled strong and clear,

And, touched with the sweet glamour of the year,

The winding Avon murmured in its bed.

But in the little Stratford church the air

Was chill and dank, and on the foot-worn tomb

The evening shadows deepened momently:

Then a great awe crept on me, standing there,

As if some speechless Presence in the gloom

Was hovering, and fain would speak with me.