Poem by Thomas Lovell Beddoes

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LET dew the flowers fill;
No need of fell despair,
Though to the grave you bear
One still of soul-but now too still,
One fair-but now too fair.
For, beneath your feet, the mound,
And the waves, that play around,
Have meaning in their grassy, and their watery, smiles;
And, with a thousand sunny wiles,
Each says, as he reproves,
Death's arrow oft is Love's. 

1. Song from Torrismond
2. The Rosy Hour
3. Resurrection Song
4. Song on the Water
5. To Tartar, A Terrier Beauty

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