Poem by George Darley

On the Death of a Recluse

'Mid roaring brooks and dark moss-vales,
Where speechless Thought abides,
Still her sweet spirit dwells,
That knows no world besides.

Her form the woodland still retains -
Wound but a creeping flower,
Her very life-blood stains
There, in a falling shower.

Touch but th stream, drink but the air,
Her cheek, her breath, is known,
Ravish that red rose there,
And she is all thine own.

1. Epigram - Written in an Album
2. Lenimina Laborum. 12. Memento Mori
3. Lenimina Laborum. 29. In an Album
4. Lenimina Laborum. 46. The Roman Cottager
5. Lenimina Laborum. 43. On a Fountain

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