 | The Fall of the Leaf |  |
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WRITTEN IN A GLEN, NEAR VALLE-CRUCIS ABBEY, DENBIGHSHIRE.
Here let me rest!—In this sequester'd glen,Far from the tumults of a giddy world,
The joys, the hopes, the energies of life,
Pleased, I'd resign.—
These mountains rude, which rear their heads so high,
And those dark woods, that screen their giant sides,
Should shield my monument from northern snows:
And that wild stream, which rolls unseen below,
Should murmur music near my humble grave.
As in oblivious silence I reposed,
Ah! how delighted were my peaceful spirit,
Should some sweet maid, at midnight's solemn hour,
(Led by the radiance of th' approving moon,)
Approach that spot, where long in soft repose,
Pleased I have slept; and water with her tears
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In chaste, in generous, circling clusters grow
While from her lap she scatter'd flowers around,
Cull'd in the evening from the cottage door,
Of some good peasant.—All around would smile;
And sigh to know, what dear, enchanting maid,
Could be so chaste, so faithful, and so good!
While from my tomb, with pleasure and regret,
My heart would whisper it was—Juliet.
| The Fall of the Leaf | |