Anne Hunter (Энн Хантер)

The Spirit’s Song

HARK what I tell to thee,
Nor sorrow o'er the tomb,
My spirit wanders free,
And waits till thine shall come.

All pensive and alone,
I see thee sit and weep,
Thy head upon the stone,
Where my cold ashes sleep.

I watch thy speaking eyes,
And mark each precious tear,
I catch thy parting sighs,
Ere they are lost in air.

Hark what I tell to thee, &c. &c.

1. Song 15. When hollow bursts the rushing wind
2. Sonnet after the Death of Laura
3. Ode to the Conduit Vale, Blackheath
4. To a Friend on New Year’s Day
5. The Genius of the Mountains of Balagata

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