| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | XXXIV. Compensation
On the Death of a Recluse | | By George Darley (1795–1846) |
| | | ’MID roaring brooks and dark moss-vales, | |
| Where speechless Thought abides, | |
| Still her sweet spirit dwells, | |
| That knew no world besides. | |
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| Her form the woodland still retains— | 5 |
| Wound but a creeping flower, | |
| Her very life-blood stains | |
| Thee, in a falling shower. | |
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| Touch but the stream, drink but the air, | |
| Her cheek, her breath is known— | 10 |
| Ravish that red rose there, | |
| And she is all thy own. | | | | |
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