Death & Dying
The Snow, the Funeral Pall
Translated by William N. Loew (1912) · From Cypress Leaves from the Grave of Dear Ethel
The wintry pall of lifeless earth: the snow-
Had fallen at the night.
The churchyard's clad in white.
The morning sun looks sadly down and though
In shineth bright.
Its rays, it seems, but with reluctance spread
Over the barren realm of the dead.
The snow within the churchyard does not melt,
Around one only spot
It disappeared, but not
The sunrays makes it yield- For whom I felt
Deeprooted, hot
And passionate love, sweet Ethel 's buried here
The snow yields to my freely flowing tear.
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Petőfi, Sándor. “The Snow, the Funeral Pall.” Translated by William N. Loew. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/petofi/26/.
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Petőfi, Sándor. “The Snow, the Funeral Pall.” Translated by William N. Loew. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/petofi/26/.
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