THE DEAD PARISH 

Tarrying in Great Auspiciousness Street

I saw afar in what hidden way

The lovely tombstones rise  

Against plate jewels apartments coronets;

Patents of honour titles precedents.

And farther off the spearmint prince,  

Dying of thirst beside the fountain:

Where there the state functionary

Charges a subject in the golden orange yellow 

Crepuscular prospect: those trees on a rising bank.

That composition of place, incarnadine;

Or round about in mountain meadows, 

Where they, the mistaken lying and deceived,

Could not suppress this side of it.