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Young Adventure, a Book of Poems
Contents:
Lonely Burial
There were not many at that lonely place, Where two scourged hills met in a little plain. The wind cried loud in gusts, then low again. Three pines strained darkly, runners in a race Unseen by any. Toward the further woods A dim harsh noise of voices rose and ceased. — We were most silent in those solitudes — Then, sudden as a flame, the black-robed priest,
The clotted earth piled roughly up about The hacked red oblong of the new-made thing, Short words in swordlike Latin — and a rout Of dreams most impotent, unwearying. Then, like a blind door shut on a carouse, The terrible bareness of the soul’s last house.
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Chicago:
Stephen Vincent Benet, "Lonely Burial," Young Adventure, a Book of Poems in Young Adventure, a Book of Poems Original Sources, accessed July 13, 2025, http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=H3YPU9XZIDHZ2IY.
MLA:
Benet, Stephen Vincent. "Lonely Burial." Young Adventure, a Book of Poems, in Young Adventure, a Book of Poems, Original Sources. 13 Jul. 2025. http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=H3YPU9XZIDHZ2IY.
Harvard:
Benet, SV, 'Lonely Burial' in Young Adventure, a Book of Poems. cited in , Young Adventure, a Book of Poems. Original Sources, retrieved 13 July 2025, from http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=H3YPU9XZIDHZ2IY.
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