Corpses at St Pancras Station

Sir John Betjeman's statue at the restored St Pancras Station:
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/london/7070724.stm

Another poet - Thomas Hardy - has a less well known (gruesome?) connection with St Pancras Station:
http://www.otctheatre.co.uk/productions.htm

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APPENDIX
QUOTED FROM INTERNET:
But there are much stronger associations between this episode and later poems. One such poem, "The Levelled Churchyard," is about exactly the situation at St Pancras. In manuscript, this poem has the deleted title "W — -e Minster" (CP, p.958, n.). It was written in Wimborne, Dorset, where Hardy and Emma moved in 1881, and there is some controversy over how much Hardy refers to the churchyard of the beautiful old local church, which had also been restored in fairly recent years, and how much (if at all) to the bygone experience in London. Robert Gittings provides a compromise, pointing out that this was the time when Hardy and Blomfield met again and exchanged memories of St Pancras, and suggesting that Hardy "exploited"(p. 407) the earlier experience in this poem inspired by the minster:

"O passenger, pray list and catch
Our sighs and piteous groans,
Half stifled in this jumbled patch
Of wrenched memorial stones!


"We late-lamented, resting here,
Are mixed to human jam,
And each to each exclaims in fear,
'I know not which I am!'

"The wicked people have annexed
The verses on the good;
A roaring drunkard sports the text
Teetotal Tommy should!

"Where we are huddled none can trace,
And if our names remain,
They pave some path or p-ing place
Where we have never lain!

"There's not a modest maiden elf
But dreads the final Trumpet,
Lest half of her should rise herself,
And half some local strumpet!

"From restorations of Thy fane,
From smoothings of Thy sward,
From zealous Churchmen's pick and plane
Deliver us O Lord! Amen!"

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That's the full text of 'The Levelled Churchyard" (1882) by Thomas Hardy. Well, I wonder if this does indeed have anything to do with the levelling of the ground (and corpses) for St Pancras Station?
I love in particular:

"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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