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 | The Poetical Works of Aubrey De Vere |  |
IN MEMORY OF EDWIN, EARL OF DUNRAVEN.
Once more I pace thy pillared halls,
And hear the organ echoes sigh
In blissful death on storied walls:
But where art thou? not here; nor nigh.
And hear the organ echoes sigh
In blissful death on storied walls:
But where art thou? not here; nor nigh.
Once more the rapt spring-breezes send
A flash o'er yonder winding flood,
And with the garden's fragrance blend
A fresher breath from lawn and wood.
A flash o'er yonder winding flood,
And with the garden's fragrance blend
A fresher breath from lawn and wood.
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Friend! where art thou? Thy works reply;
The lowly School; the high-arched Fane:
Who loves his kind can never die:
Who serves his God, with God shall reign.
The lowly School; the high-arched Fane:
Who loves his kind can never die:
Who serves his God, with God shall reign.
Adare, 1873.
| The Poetical Works of Aubrey De Vere | |