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III.

Thou wilt not turn upon thy bed;
Chaunteth not the brooding bee

Sweeter tones than calumny?

Let them rave.

Thou wilt never raise thine head

From the green that folds thy grave.

Let them rave.

IV.

Crocodiles wept tears for thee;

The woodbine and eglatere

Drip sweeter dews than traitor's tear.

Let them rave.

Rain makes music in the tree

O'er the green that folds thy grave.

Let them rave.

V.

Round thee blow, self-pleached deep,

Bramble-roses, faint and pale,

And long purples of the dale.

Let them rave.

These in

every shower creep

Through the green that folds thy grave.

Let them rave.

VI.

The gold-eyed kingcups fine;

The frail bluebell peereth over

Rare broidry of the purple clover.

Let them rave.

Kings have no such couch as thine,

As the green that folds thy grave.

Let them rave.

VII.

Wild words wander here and there;

God's great gift of speech abused

Makes thy memory confused—

But let them rave.

The balm-cricket carols clear

In the

green that folds thy grave.

Let them rave.

LOVE AND DEATH.

WHAT time the mighty moon was gathering light
Love paced the thymy plots of Paradise,

And all about him roll'd his lustrous eyes;

When, turning round a cassia, full in view

Death, walking all alone beneath a yew,

And talking to himself, first met his sight:

"You must begone," said Death, "these walks are mine."

Love wept and spread his sheeny vans for flight;

Yet ere he parted said,

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This hour is thine :

Thou art the shadow of life, and as the tree

Stands in the sun and shadows all beneath,

So in the light of great eternity

Life eminent creates the shade of death;

The shadow passeth when the tree shall fall,
But I shall reign for ever over all."

THE

BALLAD OF ORIANA.

My heart is wasted with my woe,

Oriana.

There is no rest for me below,

Oriana.

When the long dun wolds are ribb'd with snow,

And loud the Norland whirlwinds blow,

Oriana,

Alone I wander to and fro,

Oriana.

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