Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard | Text of the Poem

The Curfew tolls the knell of parting day, 
     The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea,
The plowman homeward plods his weary way, 
     And leaves the world to darkness and to me.

Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight,       
     And all the air a solemn stillness holds,
Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, 
     And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds;

Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tower
     The moping owl does to the moon complain         
Of such, as wandering near her secret bower,
     Molest her ancient solitary reign.

Beneath those rugged...

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