Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
America: Vols. XXV–XXIX. 1876–79. | | | | New England: Pemaquid, Me. | | God’s Acre at Old Pemaquid | | Anonymous |
| | | WHERE ocean breezes sweep across the restless deep | |
| It stands, with headstones quaint with sculpture rude, | |
| Its green turf thickly sown with dust of lives unknown, | |
| Like withered leaves on autumn pathway strewed. | |
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| Willow nor cypress bough shadow the dead below, | 5 |
| Nor mournful yew, by summer’s soft breath stirred; | |
| The dawn, and twilight’s fall, never made musical | |
| By carol clear of some sweet-throated bird. | |
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| Not from the sunny earth, her tones of sylvan mirth, | |
| Her flowery meads, and plains of waving corn, | 10 |
| But from the treacherous waves, their rocks and sparry caves, | |
| Unto their rest were these sad sleepers borne. | |
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| Perchance they had their home far from the crested foam, | |
| And blue seas rippling o’er the pink-lipped shells. | |
| Some green vale far away, where sweet-voiced waters play, | 15 |
| And the bee murmurs in the wild-flower’s bells. | |
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| O churchyard drear and lone! haunted by voices gone | |
| And silent feet, and lives like rose leaves shed, | |
| Thy dust shall yet arise, when from our earthly skies | |
| Mists fade away and seas give up their dead. | 20 | | | |
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