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The linnet in the rocky dells, / The moor-lark in the air, / The bee among the heather bells / That hide my lady fair:
The wild deer browse above her breast; / The wild birds raise their brood; / And they, her smiles of love caressed, / Have left her solitude!
I ween, that when the grave's dark wall / Did first her form retain, / They thought their hearts could ne'er recall / The light of joy again.
They thought the tide of grief would flow / Unchecked through future years; / But where is all their anguish now, / And where are all their tears?
Well, let them fight for honour's breath, / Or pleasure's shade pursue -- / The dweller in the land of death / Is changed and careless too.
And, if their eyes should watch and weep / Till sorrow's source were dry, / She would not, in her tranquil sleep, / Return a single sigh!
Blow, west-wind, by the lonely mound, / And murmur, summer-streams -- / There is no need of other sound / To soothe my lady's dreams.