Poem by Anne Hunter

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. Ode to the Conduit Vale, Blackheath
3. Sonnet after the Death of Laura
4. Song 13. Spring returns, the flowrets blow
5. To a Friend on New Year’s Day

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