A book of Bristol sonnets | ||
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MOTHER PUGSLEY'S FIELD,
NINE-TREE HILL.
Long since those widowed elms have ceased to shade,But the Nine Muses still are honoured here!
Slain by the ruthless Round-head cannonier,
Here Pugsley fell, and was with honour laid.
Here, while the city worked, a widow prayed;
His widow, a very beautiful lady, true to his memory, erected a hut over his grave here; and, when season permitted, came and watched over the ground so consecrate to his life and death. She lived to eighty years of age; and was buried, in accordance with her will, wrapped in her wedding sheets; two maidens strewing the way before her bier with sweet herbs, and a fiddler playing before her corpse.
While gay crowds laughed, a widow dropped a tear;
Till borne with music, and with wedding cheer,
Of their two dusts again was marriage made!
Our paths are harder; down the way we tread,
No maidens scatter rosemary and rue!
But still at times the marriage-bells are true,
And ring their joys o'er the remembered dead:
Still, though oft grief is paid as soon as due,
Blind Death but consecrates the marriage bed!
A book of Bristol sonnets | ||