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WRITTEN AFTER VISITING A TOMB,
NEAR WOODSTOCK, IN THE COUNTY OF KILKENNY.
Yes! hide beneath the mouldering heap,
The undelighting, slighted thing;
There, in the cold earth, buried deep,
In silence let it wait the spring.
Mrs. Tighe's Poem on the Lily.
I stood where the lip of song lay low,
Where the dust had gathered on beauty' brow;
Where stillness hung on the heart of love,
And a marble weeper kept watch above.
I stood in the silence of lonely thought,
Of deep affections that inly wrought,
Troubled, and dreamy, and dim with fear—
—They knew themselves exiled spirits here!
