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First Line: In this pleasant beechen shade
Subject(s): U.s. - History


In this pleasant beechen shade
Where the wild-rose blossoms red,
Lieth one who, being dead,
Is neither matron, man, nor maid.


But once he wore the form of God,
And walked the earth with meaner things:
Death snapt him. See! above him springs
The very grass whereon he trod!


Let the world swing to and fro,
The slant rain fall, the wind blow strong:
Time cannot do him any wrong
While he is wrapped and cradled so!


Ah, much he suffered in his day:
He knelt with Virtue, kissed with Sin -
Wild Passion's child, and Sorrow's twin,
A meteor that had lost its way!


He walked with goblins, ghouls, and things
Unsightly, - terrors and despairs;
And ever in the starry airs
A dismal raven flapped its wings!


He died. Six people bore his pall;
And three were sorry, three were not:
They buried him, and then forgot
His very grave - the lot of all!


But strains of music here and there,
Weird children whom nobody owns,
Are blown across the fragrant zones
Forever in the midnight air!








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