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The Fall of the Leaf

And Other Poems. By Charles Bucke ... Fourth Edition
Bucke, Charles (1781-1846)
  
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[dedication]

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THE FALL OF THE LEAF:
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ODE
  
ODE TO JULIA;
  
ODE TO CLAUDE SPENCER, ESQ.;
  
ODE. ROCHEFORD'S RESOLUTION.
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ODE
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ODE TO HER WHO WILL UNDERSTAND IT.
  
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HYMN TO THE VIRGIN:
  
THE EOLIAN HARP.
  
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THE BRIDESMAID AND THE WATER-SPIRIT.
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I. INSCRIPTION
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II. INSCRIPTION ON AN OAK IN THE NEW FOREST.
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IV. INSCRIPTION FOR A MONUMENT OVER ARTHUR LLEWELLYN.
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HYMN TO THE MOON.
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XXVIII.

“I am the genius of this rolling flood!
“I heard thy sighs;—I saw thy frantic mood!
“I heard—I saw—I pitied—and I loved:
“Sprung from my grotto, wildly, to thine aid;
“And in thy path my decent limbs I laid.
“You saw;—love echoed rapture to my plan:
“I won thy bosom in the form of man!
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“Come—grace my bower;—'tis worthy woman's love!
“Come—let me clasp thee—let no terrors move.”
The Spirit now with warm, yet gentle, haste,
His arm extended round her yielding waist.
Charm'd, rapt, enchanted with so fair a bride,
He bore her, yielding, to the azure tide:
Yielding, yet fearful:—“Come, my angel, come;
“This is my mansion; thus I greet thee home.
“No mortal power could such rich treats provide;
“Nor could e'en Heaven itself provide so sweet a bride.”
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