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William Allingham - The Ruined Chapel
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     By the shore, a plot of ground
     Clips a ruined chapel round,
     Buttressed with a grassy mound;
       Where Day and Night and Day go by
     And bring no touch of human sound.

     Washing of the lonely seas,
     Shaking of the guardian trees,
     Piping of the salted breeze;
       Day and Night and Day go by
     To the endless tune of these.

     Or when, as winds and waters keep
     A hush more dead than any sleep,
     Still morns to stiller evenings creep,
       And Day and Night and Day go by;
     Here the silence is most deep.

     The empty ruins, lapsed again
     Into Nature`s wide domain,
     Sow themselves with seed and grain
       As Day and Night and Day go by;
     And hoard June`s sun and April`s rain.

     Here fresh funeral tears were shed;
     Now the graves are also dead;
     And suckers from the ash-tree spread,
       While Day and Night and Day go by;
     And stars move calmly overhead.
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