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And is not this thy worst of griefs—
Thine uttermost despair—to see
The grave close over the fond heart
Just wakened into life by thee?
Thine uttermost despair—to see
The grave close over the fond heart
Just wakened into life by thee?
To watch the blight steal o'er the rose—
Yews spring where myrtles wont to be—
And for the bridal wreath, to wear
One gathered from the cypress-tree?
Yews spring where myrtles wont to be—
And for the bridal wreath, to wear
One gathered from the cypress-tree?
Look on yon grove, where a white fane
Grows whiter as the moonbeams fall;
There is a bust upon its shrine,
Wearing a white rose coronal.
Grows whiter as the moonbeams fall;
There is a bust upon its shrine,
Wearing a white rose coronal.
It is the monument where Hope
And youthful Love sleep side by side,
Raised by the mourner to the name
Of her—his lost but worshipp'd bride.
L. E. L.
And youthful Love sleep side by side,
Raised by the mourner to the name
Of her—his lost but worshipp'd bride.
L. E. L.