They sleep well here,
These fisher-folk who passed their stormy
days
In fierce Atlantic ways;
And found not there
Beneath the long, curled wave
So quiet a grave.
And they sleep well,
These peasant-folk who told their life away
From day to market-day;
As one should tell
Dimly, mechanically,
Some poor, sad rosary.
And now night falls;
Me, passion-tossed and driven from pillar to
post,
A poor worn ghost,
This sleepy pasture calls,
And dear dead people with wan hands
Beckon me to their lands.
PONT-AVEN, FINISTÈRE, 1896
MLA citation:
Dowson, Ernest. “On a Breton Cemetery.” The Pageant, 1897, p. 232. Pageant Digital Edition, edited by Frederick King and Lorraine Janzen Kooistra, 2019-2021. Yellow Nineties 2.0, Ryerson University Centre for Digital Humanities, 2021. https://1890s.ca/pag2-dowson-cemetery/