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. 35. Departing Music
2. Lenimina Laborum. 62. On the Picture of a Girl
3. Lenimina Laborum. 8. The Lament
4. Lenimina Laborum. 32. In an Album
5. Lenimina Laborum. 7. To My Lyre

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