Walter De la Mare

“ Nights near June are still warm with day, and never more than veiled with a great shadow, that is not darkness, but only the withdrawal of light. Evening still smouldered low in the West; and all the stars of summer shone pale in their constellations. Honeysuckle, privet, a hint of hay, and the faint, aromatic scent of summer lanes saturated the air. "I am afraid," said a rather tired, cheerful voice, "I shall really soon—have to sit down." The lane ran deeper and gloomier here, beneath great boughs thick with leaves. ”

“ There is no other way than the way once taken. Besides, my dear friend, I don't mind a bit; I don't indeed. It's still, and lovely, and peaceful, and solitary; we have done our best: let's sit down and talk." So we entered the old graveyard by its tottering arch, and sat down on a great flat tombstone, ample enough for all the sons of Israel.
The wakefulness of long weariness had overtaken us. The air was clear as glass, sprinkling cold dew on all these stones and their overshadowing boughs. ”

“ Our next two gleamed on a tomb raised a little from the ground, with a green, eyeless head on each panel, that must once have been cherubim:—
Here rest in peace Eliza Drew and James Hanneway
Whom Death haplessly snatched from felicity.
Eliza and James in this sepulchre tarry
Till God with His trumpet shall call them to marry,
Then Angels for maids to the Bride shall be given,
And loud their responses shall echo in Heaven.
Though their troth 'twill be long, yet, Death's shadows once past.
They'll not laugh less sweetly who learn to laugh last. ”