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ANNA'S GRAVE.
O leave me here alone with woe,
And go, my friends, as joys invite,
Where Beauty smiles and goblets flow;
Fit scenes for you whose hearts are light.
And go, my friends, as joys invite,
Where Beauty smiles and goblets flow;
Fit scenes for you whose hearts are light.
Another voice than that of glee
There breathes—through distance long and drear—
From Anna's lowly grave to me,
And it hath all my soul and ear!
There breathes—through distance long and drear—
From Anna's lowly grave to me,
And it hath all my soul and ear!
Afar in Salop's vale she sleeps—
There winds of winter keenly blow;
The cold drift circles there, and heaps
A breast once purer than the snow!
There winds of winter keenly blow;
The cold drift circles there, and heaps
A breast once purer than the snow!
All life and sprightliness, she threw
A tint of Eden o'er these bowers;
And almost Eden's bliss I knew
When her bright presence winged the hours.
A tint of Eden o'er these bowers;
And almost Eden's bliss I knew
When her bright presence winged the hours.
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Our moonlight walks by lawn and vale—
The soothing words she, parting, spoke—
Away! I must not tell a tale
My heart can feel, but words would mock.
The soothing words she, parting, spoke—
Away! I must not tell a tale
My heart can feel, but words would mock.
Enough, if virtue's, truth's decline,
If matchless beauty's early fall
Deserve a tear, she merits mine,
For she I loved possessed them all!
If matchless beauty's early fall
Deserve a tear, she merits mine,
For she I loved possessed them all!
Yon snow-bent rose-tree seems to mourn;
Though summer will its gems restore;
I weep a brighter blossom torn,
Which summer winds shall fan no more.
Though summer will its gems restore;
I weep a brighter blossom torn,
Which summer winds shall fan no more.
Then go, my friends, where hearts rejoice,
And leave me to my musings here—
From Anna's grave there breathes a voice,
And it hath all my soul and ear!
And leave me to my musings here—
From Anna's grave there breathes a voice,
And it hath all my soul and ear!
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