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ANNIE IN THE GRAVE-YARD.
She bounded o'er the graves,
With a buoyant step of mirth;
She bounded o'er the graves,
Where the weeping willow waves,
Like a creature not of earth.
With a buoyant step of mirth;
She bounded o'er the graves,
Where the weeping willow waves,
Like a creature not of earth.
Her hair was blown aside,
And her eyes were glittering bright;
Her hair was blown aside,
And her little hands spread wide,
With an innocent delight.
And her eyes were glittering bright;
Her hair was blown aside,
And her little hands spread wide,
With an innocent delight.
She spelt the lettered word,
That registers the dead;
She spelt the lettered word,
And her busy thoughts were stirred,
With pleasure as she read.
That registers the dead;
She spelt the lettered word,
And her busy thoughts were stirred,
With pleasure as she read.
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She stopped and culled a leaf,
Left fluttering on a rose;
She stopped and culled a leaf,
Sweet monument of grief,
That in our church-yard grows.
Left fluttering on a rose;
She stopped and culled a leaf,
Sweet monument of grief,
That in our church-yard grows.
She culled it with a smile,
'T was near her sister's mound;
She culled it with a smile,
And played with it awhile,
Then scattered it around.
'T was near her sister's mound;
She culled it with a smile,
And played with it awhile,
Then scattered it around.
I did not chill her heart,
Nor turn its gush to tears;
I did not chill her heart—
O, bitter drops will start,
Full soon in coming years.
Nor turn its gush to tears;
I did not chill her heart—
O, bitter drops will start,
Full soon in coming years.
1830.
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