Poem by Thomas Lovell Beddoes

Song from the Waters

Act I, scene iv, lines 259-72

The swallow leaves her nest,
The soul my weary breast;
But therefore let the rain
On my grave
Fall pure; for why complain
Since both will come again
O'er the wave.

The wind dead leaves and snow
Doth hurry to and fro;
And, once, a day shall break
O'er the wave,
When a storm of ghosts shall shake
The dead, until they wake
In the grave. 

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2. Song from the Second Brother
3. Resurrection Song
4. Song of the Stygian Naiades
5. The Rosy Hour

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