Poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Delia

Sweet as the tender fragrance that survives,
When martyred flowers breathe out their little lives,
Sweet as a song that once consoled our pain,
But never will be sung to us again,
Is thy remembrance.  Now the hour of rest
Hath come to thee.  Sleep, darling; it is best.

1. The Crew of the Long Serpent
2. Something Left Undone
3. The Four Princesses at Wilna
4. God's Acre
5. Seaweed

John Wolcot Delia ("Lo, the pride of the village is dead!")

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