Madmoments: or First Verseattempts By a Bornnatural. Addressed to the Lightheaded of Society at Large, by Henry Ellison |
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MOONLITCHURCHYARD. |
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MOONLITCHURCHYARD.
How sweet the Moonlight sleeps upon that Grave!Nor could it find a fitter place of rest,
Pouring a flood above its grassy breast
Of Heaven's purest light! methinks I have
Beheld no lovelier scene. Yon' yewtrees wave
With whispering murmurs at the wind's Behest,
As if to bless the spot: I scarce breathe, lest
A Sound should break the holy calm, where save
Myself nought stirs, and yet there's nought of Death.
All gloom is scattered by the calm, pure light,
E'en as a Mother s soft kiss steals the Breath
Of her dreamtroublëd Babe. Oh holy Sight!
My heart could almost wish to sleep beneath
Yon' grassy turf, it looks so green, and lies so light!
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