| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | XXIX. The Happy Dead
Claribel | | By Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809–1892) |
| | | WHERE Claribel low-lieth | |
| The breezes pause and die, | |
| Letting the rose-leaves fall: | |
| But the solemn oak-tree sigheth, | |
| Thick-leaved, ambrosial, | 5 |
| With an ancient melody | |
| Of an inward agony, | |
| Where Claribel low-lieth. | |
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| At eve the beetle boometh | |
| Athwart the thicket lone: | 10 |
| 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, | 15 |
| The clear-voiced mavis dwelleth, | |
| The callow throstle lispeth, | |
| The slumbrous wave outwelleth, | |
| The babbling runnel crispeth, | |
| The hollow grot replieth | 20 |
| Where Claribel low-lieth. | | | | |
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