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LEAVE me a little while alone	A
Here at his grave that still is strown	A
With crumbling flower and wreath	B
The laughing rivulet leaps and falls	C
The thrush exults the cuckoo calls	C
And he lies hush d beneath	B
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With myrtle cross and crown of rose	D
And every lowlier flower that blows	D
His new made couch is dress d	E
Primrose and cowslip hyacinth wild	F
Gather d by monarch peasant child	F
A nation s grief attest	G
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I stood not with the mournful crowd	H
That hither came when round his shroud	H
Pious farewells were said	I
In the fam d city that he sav d	E
By minaret crown d by billow lav d	E
I heard that he was dead	I
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Now o er his tomb at last I bend	J
No greeting get no greeting tend	J
Who never came before	K
Unto his presence but I took	L
From word or gesture tone or look	L
Some wisdom from his door	K
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And must I now unanswer d wait	M
And though a suppliant at the gate	M
No sound my ears rejoice	N
Listen Yes even as I stand	O
I feel the pressure of his hand	O
The comfort of his voice	N
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How poor were Fame did grief confess	P
That death can make a great life less	P
Or end the help it gave	Q
Our wreaths may fade our flowers may wane	A
But his well ripen d deeds remain	A
Untouch d above his grave	Q
	-
Let this too soothe our widow d minds	R
Silenced are the opprobrious winds	S
Whene er the sun goes down	A
And free henceforth from noonday noise	T
He at a tranquil height enjoys	T
The starlight of renown	A
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Thus hence we something more may take	U
Than sterile grief than formless ache	U
Or vainly utter d vow	V
Death hath bestow d what life withheld	W
And he round whom detraction swell d	E
Hath peace with honor now	V
	-
The open jeer the covert taunt	X
The falsehood coin d in factious haunt	X
These loving gifts reprove	V
They never were but thwarted sound	Y
Of ebbing waves that bluster round	Y
A rock that will not move	V
	-
And now the idle roar rolls off	V
Hush d is the gibe and sham d the scoff	V
Repress d the envious gird	Z
Since death the looking glass of life	V
Clear d of the misty breath of strife	V
Reflects his face unblurr d	E
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From callow youth to mellow age	A2
Men turn the leaf and scan the page	A2
And note with smart of loss	B2
How wit to wisdom did mature	C2
How duty burn d ambition pure	C2
And purged away the dross	B2
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Youth is self love our manhood lends	D2
Its heart to pleasure mistress friends	D2
So that when age steals nigh	V
How few find any worthier aim	E2
Than to protract a flickering flame	E2
Whose oil hath long run dry	V
	-
But he unwitting youth once flown	A
With England s greatness link d his own	A
And steadfast to that part	F2
Held praise and blame but fitful sound	Y
And in the love of country found	Y
Full solace for his heart	F2
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Now in an English grave he lies	G2
With flowers that tell of English skies	G2
And mind of English air	H2
A grateful sovereign decks his bed	I
And hither long with pilgrim tread	I
Will English feet repair	H2
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Yet not beside his grave alone	A
We seek the glance the touch the tone	A
His home is nigh but there	H2
See from the hearth his figure fled	I
The pen unrais d the page unread	I
Untenanted the chair	H2
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Vainly the beechen boughs have made	I2
A fresh green canopy of shade	I2
Vainly the peacocks stray	J2
While Carlo with despondent gait	M
Wonders how long affairs of State	M
Will keep his lord away	J2
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Here most we miss the guide the friend	J
Back to the churchyard let me wend	J
And by the posied mound	Y
Lingering where late stood worthier feet	K2
Wish that some voice more strong more sweet	K2
A loftier dirge would sound	Y
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At least I bring not tardy flowers	L2
Votive to him life s budding powers	L2
Such as they were I gave	V
He not rejecting so I may	J2
Perhaps these poor faint spices lay	J2
Unchidden on his grave	V

Alfred Austin

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