STANZAS.
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With roses red and lilies pale,


come thv narrow couch to strew
II is not meet that things so frail


As flowers should longer bloom than you.
But Yesterday thou casp'd my hand,
And now beside thy grave stand.
Not if the silver moon had drop'd,


Mid all her glory, down from heaven;
Not if the rolling stars had stop'd


Their mighty march, would they have given
Unto my heart such wild surprise,


As when saw Death seal thine eyes.
Those eyes those living orbs of blue,


Where burned the holy fire of love-
That a celestial lustre drew


From inward thoughts of scenes above,
Earth's glittering curtain-how could they
So sweetly beam, then fade away
Who would have dream'd, who heard thy tongue


Its streams of vital music pour
Upon the soul, that thou, who sung


So angel-like, wouldst sing no more
Yet those same lips that once could warble,
Are cold and silent, now, as marble.
Maiden, call thee! oh, awake!


And from thy spotless shroud of snow
Let one soft whisper spirit break,
To tell thou'rt happy there b. below e. I.srn
OF thy calm slumbers in the urn.
For one who was, in life, so fair


As thou-so innocent Of breath,
Surely golden gown must wear,


Among pale shadows, after death;
And shine, bright youths and beauty's queen,
As thou on earth before hadst been.
Like as the sunbeam paints the cloud,


At eve, so ditlst thou gild my heart;
Like as the sunbeam leaves that cloud


In darkness, so didst thou depart.
Would had wings to follow thee,
Since thou no more wilt come to me.
Greenly the grass DER thee shall wave,
Greenly shall droop the hanging willow,
Birds, to chant drges DER thy grave
Shall cross, each summer, the blue billow,
And blade, and leaf, and bird shall share
Lfc's gift, while thou art mouldering there!