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DIRGE
     Thomas Lovell Beddoes (1803-1849)



Let dew the flowers fill;
          No need of fell despair,
          Though to the grave you bear
One still of soul - but now too still,
          One fair - but now too fair.
                    For, beneath your feet, the mound,
                    And the waves, that play around,
Have meaning in their grassy, and their watery,
          smiles;
And, with a thousand sunny wiles,
          Each says, as he reproves,
          Death's arrow oft is Love's.
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