The Carrier

" There's a seat, I see, still empty?"
Cried the hailer from the road;
" No, there is not!" said the carrier,
Quickening his horse and load.

" — They say you are in the grave, Jane;
But still you ride with me!"
And he looked towards the vacant space
He had kept beside his knee.

And the passengers murmured: " 'Tis where his wife
In journeys to and fro
Used always to sit; but nobody does
Since those long years ago."

Rumble-mumble went the van
Past Sidwell Church and wall,
Till Exon Towers were out of scan,
And night lay over all.
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