craggy cliffs rising from a misty seaThere is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief...and unspeakable love.

Visitors Suggested Funeral Poems


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Break, Break, Break - Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Break, break, break,
On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!
And I would that my tongue could utter
The thoughts that arise in me

And the stately ships go on
To their haven under the hill;
But O for the touch of a vanished hand,
and the sound of a voice that is still.


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