Edmonton, thy cemetery by Stevie Smith
Edmonton, thy cemetery In which I love to tread Has roused in me a dreary thought For all the countless dead, Ah me, the countless dead.
Yet I believe that one is one And shall for ever be, And while I hold to this belief I walk, oh cemetery, Thy footpaths happily.
And I believe that two and two Are but an earthly sum Whose totalling has no part at all In heavenly kingdom-come, I love the dead, I cry, I love Each happy happy one.
Till Doubt returns with dreary face And fills my heart with dread For all the tens and tens and tens That must make up a hundred, And I begin to sing with him As if Belief had never been Ah me, the countless dead, ah me The countless countless dead.
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