THE REPOSE
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At Bradwell in the marshes There is an inn. Few are the travellers Have rested therein. The folk that sit there Have but little to say; They sit looking out of the window At the churchyard across the way. Growing among the graves Is a green weeping willow. The graves are all green And peaceful as a pillow. The bar-parlour is shaded With a green gloom, As if the willow-branches Were waving in the room. Churchyard and church and inn— They are all very old. Even the beer they draw there Seems to taste of the mould.