George Darley (Джордж Дарли)

Robin’s Cross

A little cross,
To tell my loss;
A little bed
To rest my head;
A little tear is all I crave
Upon my very little grave.

I strew thy bed
Who loved thy lays;
The tear I shed,
The cross I raise,
With nothing more upon it than—
Here lies the little friend of Man! 

1. Lenimina Laborum. 60. Zephyre among the Flowers
2. Lenimina Laborum. 14. The Fair Warning
3. Lenimina Laborum. 7. To My Lyre
4. Lenimina Laborum. 48. In an Album
5. Lenimina Laborum. 57. The Temptress of the Cave

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