Alfred Lord Tennyson

Alfred Lord Tennyson

Aug. 6, 1809
Oct. 6, 1892

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by Alfred Lord Tennyson

A Melody.


Where Claribel low-lieth
The breezes pause and die,
Letting the rose-leaves fall:
But the solemn oak-tree sigheth,
Thick-leaved, ambrosial,
With an ancient melody
Of an inward agony,
Where Claribel low-lieth.


At eve the beetle boometh
Athwart the thicket lone:
At noon the wild bee hummeth
About the moss'd headstone:
At midnight the moon cometh,
And looketh down alone.
Her song the lintwhite swelleth,
The clear-voiced mavis dwelleth,
The callow throstle lispeth,
The slumbrous wave outwelleth,
The babbling runnel crispeth,
The hollow grot replieth
Where Claribel low-lieth.


The Works Of Alfred Lord Tennyson
Copyright 1893
London: Macmillan And Co.
Toronto: The Copp Clark Co. Limited.

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