Surpliced

Surpliced Sirs farewell, / I can tell, my name full well.

At Westminster the surplic’d dean / The sad but honourable scene / Prepares.

Then everybody once more knelt, and soon the blessing was pronounced. The choir and the clergy trooped out slowly, […] down the nave to the western door. […] At a seemingly immense distance the surpliced group stopped to say the last prayer.

After Mass one sunrise the canoes entered the troughs / of the surpliced shallows,