by Thomas Lovell Beddoes (1803 - 1849)

The swallow leaves her nest
Language: English 
The swallow leaves her nest,
The soul my weary breast;
But therefore let the rain
        On my grave 
Fall pure; for why complain?
Since both will come again
        O'er the wave.

The wind dead leaves and snow
Doth hurry to and fro;
And, once, a day shall break
        O'er the wave, 
When a storm of ghosts shall shake
The dead, until they wake
        In the grave. 

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This text was added to the website: 2010-04-28
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Word count: 66