TENNYSON, ALFRED, LORD
ODE ON THE DEATH OF THE DUKE
OF WELLINGTON
(First published 1852.)
I
T>URY the Great Duke
-*•* With an empire's lamentation,
Let us bury the Great Duke
To the noise of the mourning of a mighty nation,
Mourning when their leaders fall, 5
Warriors carry the warrior's pall,
And sorrow darkens hamlet and hall.
II
Where shall we lay the man whom we deplore ?
Here, in streaming* London's central roar.
Let the sound of those he wrought for, 10
And the feet of those he fought for,
Echo round his bones for evermore.
Ill
Lead out the pageant: sad and slow,
As fits an universal woe>
Let the long long procession go, !-
And let the sorrowing crowd about it grow,
And let the mournful martial music blow;
The last great Englishman is low.
IV
Mourn, for to us he seems the last,
Remembering all his greatness in the Past 20
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