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Ralph Waldo Emerson, comp. (1803–1882). Parnassus: An Anthology of Poetry. 1880.

Dirge in Cymbeline

William Collins (1721–1759)

TO fair Fidelé’s grassy tomb

Soft maids and village hinds shall bring

Each opening sweet of earliest bloom,

And rifle all the breathing spring.

No wailing ghost shall dare appear

To vex with shrieks this quiet grove;

But shepherd lads assemble here,

And melting virgins own their love.

No withered witch shall here be seen;

No goblins lead their nightly crew:

The female fays shall haunt the green,

And dress thy grave with pearly dew!

The redbreast oft, at evening hours,

Shall kindly lend his little aid,

With hoary moss, and gathered flowers,

To deck the ground where thou art laid.

When howling winds and beating rain

In tempests shake the sylvan cell,

Or ’midst the chase, on every plain,

The tender thought on thee shall dwell;

Each lovely scene shall thee restore,

For thee the tear be duly shed;

Beloved till life can charm no more,

And mourned till Pity’s self be dead.