A MELODY WHERE Claribel low-lieth The breezes pause and die, Letting the rose-leaves fall; But the solemn oak-tree sigheth, Thick-leaved, ambrosial, With an ancient melody Of an inward agony, Where Claribel low-lieth. At eve the beetle boometh Athwart the thicket lone; 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, The clear-voiced mavis dwelleth, The callow throstle lispeth, The slumbrous wave outwelleth, The babbling runnel crispeth, The hollow grot replieth Where Claribel low-lieth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT THE CHURCH DOOR by GEORGE SANTAYANA DRIFTERS: BELLA COOLA TO WILLIAMS LAKE by KAREN SWENSON A SOLDIER LISTENS by JEAN STARR UNTERMEYER FIRST BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 7 by THOMAS CAMPION SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE. 6. IN THE CEMETERY by THOMAS HARDY THE PROSPECTOR by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE LIBERTINE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |