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POEMS.

CLARIBEL.

A MELODY.

WHERE Claribel low-lieth
The breezes pause and die,

Letting the rose-leaves fall : But the solemn oak tree sigheth,

Thick-leaved, ambrosial,
With an ancient melody

Of an inward agony,
Where Claribel low-lieth.

At eve the beetle boometh
Athwart the thicket lone :

At noon the wild bee hummeth

About the moss'd headstone : At midnight the moon cometh,

And looketh down alone. Her song the lintwhite swelleth, The clear-voiced mavis dwelleth,

The fledgling throstle lispeth, The slumbrous wave outwelleth,

The babbling runnel crispeth, The hollow grot replieth Where Claribel low-lieth.

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