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II. THE ANNIVERSARY OF CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER'S DEATH, 25th APRIL.
The Fells are wrapt in purple; murky gloomConfuses sky with earth, and hill with plain;
Grief-laden clouds go by, loud sobs the rain,
And distant lakes, pale-faced as sorrow, loom.
I think of thee; thy quiet earthy room
Opens its grassy door; I see again
The Man who with his music beat out pain,
And went down singing to a conqueror's tomb.
Dear Friend! the world is darker; yea, it seems
These pale Anemones that shuddering bow,
These Celandines that hide their suns away,
Have not forgot thy dying, nor the day;
The woodland stars are quenched with tears, but thou
Art glad where God's eternal sunlight beams.
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