Rossetti Archive Textual Transcription
Document Title: Wellington's Funeral (draft manuscript)
Author: Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Date of Composition: 1852 November
Type of Manuscript: draft manuscript
full Rossetti Archive record for this transcribed document is available.
Manuscript Addition: 3 / 2 / 6
Editorial Description: Numbers written to the immediate right of stanzas on this page and the next for re-ordering.
- So once more the cry must be:
Duteous mourning we fulfil
- In God's Name: but by God's will,
- Doubt not, the last word is still
- For indeed,
- If our eyes were opened,
- Who shall say what escort floats
10Here, which breath nor gleam denotes, —
- Fiery horses, chariots
- In the
ir music round this pall,
- Solemn grief yields earth to earth;
- But what
tones of solemn mirth
the pageant of new birth
- Rise and fall?
20Lift ye not even now your hymn?
- Lo! once lent for human luck,
- Michael's sword is rendered back—
- Thrills not now the
zodiac starry track,
Manuscript Addition: 7 / 4 / 5
Editorial Description: Numbers written to the immediate right of stanzas for re-ordering.
- Since the Gifts of Thine “All hail!”
- Out of Heaven
s no time hath brought
- Gift with fuller blessing fraught
- Than the peace which this man wrought
call he may not hear;
- Long-known voice, for ever past,
- Till with one more trumpet-blast,
Hassuring word at last
- Reach his ear.
- Hold your breath, in reverent mood:
- For, when earth's whole kindred stand
Mute even thus on either hand,
- This soul's labour shall be scann'd
- And found good.
Be no word
- Raised of bloodshed Christ-abhorr'd:
- Say: 'Twas thus in His decrees
- Who Himself, the Prince of Peace,
- Sent a sword.
50He by whom the neck of France
- Then was given unto your heel,
- Timely sought, may lend as well
- To your sons his terrible
- As the last grave must renew,
- Ere fresh death,
the the banshee-strain,
- So methinks upon thy plain
- Falls some presage in the rain,
60In the dew
- And O thou,
- Watching still, with angry brow,
- Unappeased, o'er death's dumb flood:—
- Lo! The saving strength of God
- In some new heart's English blood
- Slumbers now.
all this work was for?—
- Thus to see thy self-sought aim,
70Yea thy titles, yea thy name,
- In another's shame, to shame
- Thy great work is but begun.
- With quick seed his end is rife
- Whose long tale of conquering strife
- Shows no triumph like his life
- Lost & won.
Electronic Archive Edition: