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 | Collected poems of Herman Melville |  |
UNDER THE GROUND
Between a garden and old tomb
Disused, a foot-path threads the clover;
And there I met the gardener's boy
Bearing some dewy chaplets over.
Disused, a foot-path threads the clover;
And there I met the gardener's boy
Bearing some dewy chaplets over.
I marvelled, for I just had passed
The charnel vault and shunned its gloom:
“Stay, whither wend you, laden thus;
Roses! you would not these inhume?”
The charnel vault and shunned its gloom:
“Stay, whither wend you, laden thus;
Roses! you would not these inhume?”
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“Yea, for against the bridal hour
My Master fain would keep their bloom;
A charm in the dank o'the vault there is,
Yea, we the rose entomb.”
My Master fain would keep their bloom;
A charm in the dank o'the vault there is,
Yea, we the rose entomb.”
| Collected poems of Herman Melville | |