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Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.

On the Death of a Recluse

George Darley (1795–1846)

’MID roaring brooks and dark moss-vales,

Where speechless Thought abides,

Still her sweet spirit dwells,

That knew no world besides.

Her form the woodland still retains—

Wound but a creeping flower,

Her very life-blood stains

Thee, in a falling shower.

Touch but the stream, drink but the air,

Her cheek, her breath is known;

Ravish that red rose there,

And she is all thine own.