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There is but one place in the world	A
Thither where he lies buried	B
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Anon	C
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There there is all that still remains of him	D
That single spot is the whole earth to me	E
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Coleridge's Wallenstein	C
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Alas our young affections run to waste	F
Or water but the desert	G
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Childe Harold	H
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THERE went a warrior's funeral thro' the night	I
A waving of tall plumes a ruddy light	I
Of torches fitfully and wildly thrown	C
From the high woods along the sweeping Rhone	C
Far down the waters Heavily and dead	J
Under the moaning trees the horse hoof's tread	J
In muffled sounds upon the greensward fell	K
As chieftains pass'd and solemnly the swell	K
Of the deep requiem o'er the gleaming river	L
Borne with the gale and with the leaves' low shiver	L
Floated and died Proud mourners there yet pale	M
Wore man's mute anguish sternly but of one	C
Oh who shall speak What words his brow unveil	M
A father following to the grave his son	C
That is no grief to picture Sad and slow	N
Thro' the wood shadows moved the knightly train	C
With youth's fair form upon the bier laid low	N
Fair even when found amidst the bloody slain	C
Stretch'd by its broken lance They reached the lone	C
Baronial chapel where the forest gloom	O
Fell heaviest for the massy boughs had grown	C
Into thick archways as to vault the tomb	O
Stately they trod the hollow ringing aisle	P
A strange deep echo shuddered thro' the pile	P
Till crested heads at last in silence bent	Q
Round the De Coucis' antique monument	R
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When dust to dust was given and Aymer slept	S
Beneath the drooping banners of his line	C
Whose broider'd folds the Syrian wind had swept	S
Proudly and oft o'er fields of Palestine	C
So the sad rite was clos'd The sculptor gave	T
Trophies ere long to deck that lordly grave	T
And the pale image of a youth arrayed	U
As warriors are for fight but calmly laid	U
In slumber on his shield Then all was done	C
All still around the dead His name was heard	V
Perchance when wine cups flow'd and hearts were stirr'd	V
By some old song or tale of battle won	C
Told round the hearth but in his father's breast	W
Manhood's high passions woke again and press'd	W
On to their mark and in his friend's clear eye	X
There dwelt no shadow of a dream gone by	X
And with the brethren of his fields the feast	Y
Was gay as when the voice whose sounds had ceas'd	Y
Mingled with theirs Ev'n thus life's rushing tide	Z
Bears back affection from the grave's dark side	Z
Alas to think of this the heart's void place	A2
Fill'd up so soon so like a summer cloud	B2
All that we lov'd to pass and leave no trace	A2
He lay forgotten in his early shroud	B2
Forgotten not of all the sunny smile	P
Glancing in play o'er that proud lip erewhile	P
And the dark locks whose breezy waving threw	C2
A gladness round whene'er their shade withdrew	C2
From the bright brow and all the sweetness lying	D2
Within that eagle eye's jet radiance deep	E2
And all the music with that young voice dying	D2
Whose joyous echoes made the quick heart leap	E2
As at a hunter's bugle these things lived	F2
Still in one breast whose silent love survived	F2
The pomps of kindred sorrow Day by day	G2
On Aymer's tomb fresh flowers in garlands lay	G2
Thro' the dim fane soft summer odours breathing	D2
And all the pale sepulchral trophies wreathing	D2
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And with a flush of deeper brilliance glowing	D2
In the rich light like molten rubies flowing	D2
Thro' storied windows down The violet there	H2
Might speak of love a secret love and lowly	P
And the rose image all things fleet and fair	H2
And the faint passion flower the sad and holy	P
Tell of diviner hopes But whose light hand	I2
As for an altar wove the radiant band	I2
Whose gentle nurture brought from hidden dells	A2
That gem like wealth of blossoms and sweet bells	A2
To blush through every season Blight and chill	P
Might touch the changing woods but duly still	P
For years those gorgeous coronals renewed	J2
And brightly clasping marble spear and helm	K2
Even thro' mid winter filled the solitude	J2
With a strange smile a glow of summer's realm	K2
Surely some fond and fervent heart was pouring	D2
Its youth's vain worship on the dust adoring	D2
In lone devotedness	A2
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One spring morn rose	A2
And found within that tomb's proud shadow laid	U
Oh not as midst the vineyards to repose	A2
From the fierce noon a dark hair'd peasant maid	U
Who could reveal her story That still face	A2
Had once been fair for on the clear arch'd brow	L2
And the curv'd lip there lingered yet such grace	A2
As sculpture gives its dreams and long and low	P
The deep black lashes o'er the half shut eye	X
For death was on its lids fell mournfully	P
But the cold cheek was sunk the raven hair	H2
Dimm'd the slight form all wasted as by care	H2
Whence came that early blight Her kindred's place	A2
Was not amidst the high De Couci race	A2
Yet there her shrine had been She grasp'd a wreath	M2
The tomb's last garland This was love in death	N2

Felicia Dorothea Hemans

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