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Andrew Macphail, comp.  The Book of Sorrow.  1916.
XXIX. The Happy Dead
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809–1892)
WHERE Claribel low-lieth
  The breezes pause and die,
    Letting the rose-leaves fall:
But the solemn oak-tree sigheth,
    Thick-leaved, ambrosial,        5
  With an ancient melody
  Of an inward agony,
Where Claribel low-lieth.
At eve the beetle boometh
  Athwart the thicket lone:        10
At noon the wild bee hummeth
  About the moss’d headstone:
At midnight the moon cometh,
  And looketh down alone.
Her song the lintwhite swelleth,        15
The clear-voiced mavis dwelleth,
  The callow throstle lispeth,
The slumbrous wave outwelleth,
  The babbling runnel crispeth,
The hollow grot replieth        20
Where Claribel low-lieth.

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