1) The poem describes the burial of a choirmaster without any music being played, contrary to his final wish, due to the vicar wanting a quicker service in the cold weather.
2) That night, the vicar saw a band of white figures singing and playing music by the choirmaster's grave, fulfilling his dying request.
3) An old tenor man later recounted seeing this vision of angels playing music for the buried choirmaster.
1) The poem describes the burial of a choirmaster without any music being played, contrary to his final wish, due to the vicar wanting a quicker service in the cold weather.
2) That night, the vicar saw a band of white figures singing and playing music by the choirmaster's grave, fulfilling his dying request.
3) An old tenor man later recounted seeing this vision of angels playing music for the buried choirmaster.
1) The poem describes the burial of a choirmaster without any music being played, contrary to his final wish, due to the vicar wanting a quicker service in the cold weather.
2) That night, the vicar saw a band of white figures singing and playing music by the choirmaster's grave, fulfilling his dying request.
3) An old tenor man later recounted seeing this vision of angels playing music for the buried choirmaster.
That, when he died, That his spirit was gone After playing so many I thought this his due, To their last rest, And spoke thereupon. If out of us any ‘I think,’ said the vicar Should here abide, ‘A read service quicker And it would not task us, than viols out-of-doors We would with our lutes in these frosts and hoars, Play over him That old fashioned way By his grave-brim requires a fine day, The psalm he liked best— And it seems to me The one whose sense suits it had better not be.’ ‘Mount Ephraim’— Hence, that afternoon And perhaps we should seem Though never knew he To him, in Death’s dream, that his wish could not be, Like the seraphim. To get through it faster they buried the Master without any tune.
3. But ’twas said that, when
At the dead of next night The vicar looked out, There struck on his ken Thronged roundabout, Where the frost was graying The headstoned grass, A band all in white Like the saints in church-glass, Singing and playing The ancient stave By the choirmaster’s grave.
Such the tenor man told
When he had grown old.
Thomas Hardy 02/06/1840 – 11/01/1928
His heart is buried at Stinsford Parish Church, Dorset
His ashes are buried at Poets Corner, Westminster Abbey
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