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TO GEORGE CRABBE, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: Dusk falls, and through the deepening silence where
Last Line: Tales of the inarticulate, and the dead.
Subject(s): Crabbe, George (1754-1832)


DUSK falls, and through the deepening silence where
Red afterglows yon ashen roof do paint
Whose dormer children's tapers gild so fair,
Far vesper chimes disperse their music faint.
Beneath an ancient arch the river turns
Full of his inexpressive melody:
With tenderest longing my whole being yearns
To set his old, imprisoned story free!
Unto this gloaming world, thou, Spirit sweet,
With me art come; thou art of village things
A low-voiced, love-enfolding paraclete
Who soothest all their sleepy murmurings,
And lurest from river, chime, and thatchen stead
Tales of the inarticulate, and the dead.





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