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Dear Lady mine! in whose sweet companyI walk at morning, noon and eventide;
Under cool trees, or placid streams beside;
Smiling on all fair things with loving eye:
The pleasant grass beneath; the leaves on high;
The tender flowers, in all fair colours dyed;
The glittering insects, in their sunshine pride;
And the glad birds, singing melodiously!
The thought of that drear hour when we must mingle
With dark dust under-ground, is solemn-sad,
And well might drive a human creature mad:
Yet e'en thro' that doth the quaint fancy tingle,
That our rechaos'd and soul-parted clay
Shall be the quiet nurse of such bright things as they!
18th May 1836.
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