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Hunt and Lee, comps.  The Book of the Sonnet.  1867.
III. Accomplices
By Thomas Bailey Aldrich (1836–1907)
(Virginia, 1865)

THE SOFT new grass is creeping o’er the graves
  By the Potomac; and the crisp ground-flower
  Lifts its blue cup to catch the passing shower;
The pine-cone ripens, and the long moss waves
Its tangled gonfalons above our braves.        5
  Hark, what a burst of music from yon bower!—
  The Southern nightingale that, hour by hour,
In its melodious summer madness raves.
Ah, with what delicate touches of her hand,
  With what sweet voices, Nature seeks to screen        10
The awful Crime of this distracted land,—
  Sets her birds singing, while she spreads her green
Mantle of velvet where the Murdered lie,
As if to hide the horror from God’s eye.

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