WHO weeps for strangers? Many wept <br />For George and Sarah Green; <br />Wept for that pair's unhappy fate, <br />Whose grave may here be seen. <br /> <br />By night, upon these stormy fells, <br />Did wife and husband roam; <br />Six little ones at home had left, <br />And could not find that home. <br /> <br />For 'any' dwelling-place of man <br />As vainly did they seek. <br />He perish'd; and a voice was heard-- <br />The widow's lonely shriek. <br /> <br />Not many steps, and she was left <br />A body without life-- <br />A few short steps were the chain that bound <br />The husband to the wife. <br /> <br />Now do those sternly-featured hills <br />Look gently on this grave; <br />And quiet now are the depths of air, <br />As a sea without a wave. <br /> <br />But deeper lies the heart of peace <br />In quiet more profound; <br />The heart of quietness is here <br />Within this churchyard bound. <br /> <br />And from all agony of mind <br />It keeps them safe, and far <br />From fear and grief, and from all need <br />Of sun or guiding star. <br /> <br />O darkness of the grave! how deep, <br />After that living night-- <br />That last and dreary living one <br />Of sorrow and affright? <br /> <br />O sacred marriage-bed of death, <br />That keeps them side by side <br />In bond of peace, in bond of love, <br />That may not be untied!<br /><br />William Wordsworth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/george-and-sarah-green/
