Poem by George Darley

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. 55. Deep in the ocean's thundering wave
2. Lenimina Laborum. 37. The Lost One
3. Lenimina Laborum. 10. Fair as the flower is, it will yet decay
4. Lenimina Laborum. 62. On the Picture of a Girl
5. Lenimina Laborum. 14. The Fair Warning

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