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II.—A Graveyard.
Beneath no arch of earthly skies
It lies;
The long luxuriant grasses gleam
From dream;
The headstones, white as grief's white cheek, are wrought
Of thought;
With incorporeal emerald round its graves
The willow or cypress wards and waves.
It lies;
The long luxuriant grasses gleam
From dream;
The headstones, white as grief's white cheek, are wrought
Of thought;
With incorporeal emerald round its graves
The willow or cypress wards and waves.
No human dead once treasured dear,
Sleep here;
But here a life's ambition knows
Repose;
Here a life's friendship (warm and fond, of old!)
Rests cold;
And here a life's poor slain love buried dwells
Below phantasmal immortelles!
Sleep here;
But here a life's ambition knows
Repose;
Here a life's friendship (warm and fond, of old!)
Rests cold;
And here a life's poor slain love buried dwells
Below phantasmal immortelles!
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