Thomas Lovell Beddoes

(1803-1818 / England)

Song From The Waters - Poem by Thomas Lovell Beddoes

Act I, scene iv, lines 259-72

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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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

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