Thursday, 15 July 2010

Old St Pancras Churchyard.

Before Thomas Hardy gave up architecture to become a poet - writer. He was in charge of collecting the bones from the cementery during the construction of St Pancras Station. So disgusted with the immorality of progress he later wrote:
We late-lamented, resting here,
Are mixed to human jam,
And each to each exclaims in fear,
'I know not which I am!'

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