Poems, Chiefly Lyrical/Claribel
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CLARIBEL.
A MELODY.
Where Claribel low-liethThe breezes pause and die,Letting the roseleaves fall:But the solemn oaktree sigheth,Thickleaved, ambrosial,With an ancient melodyOf an inward agony,Where Claribel low-lieth. At eve the beetle boomethAthwart the thicket lone:At noon the bee low-hummethAbout the mossed headstone:At midnight the moon cometh,And looketh down alone.Her song the lintwhite swelleth,The clearvoiced mavis dwelleth,The fledgling throstle lispeth,The slumbrous wave outwelleth,The babbling runnel crispeth,The hollow grot repliethWhere Claribel low-lieth.