 | The collected poems of William Ellery Channing the younger, 1817-1901 |  |
ALLSTON'S FUNERAL.
The summer moonlight lingered there,
Thy gently moulded brow to see,
For art in thee had softened care,
As night's mild beams the dying tree.
Thy gently moulded brow to see,
For art in thee had softened care,
As night's mild beams the dying tree.
That storied smile was on thy face,
The fair forgetfulness of fame,
The deep concealment of that grace,
Thy tender being's only aim.
The fair forgetfulness of fame,
The deep concealment of that grace,
Thy tender being's only aim.
| The collected poems of William Ellery Channing the younger, 1817-1901 | |