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Claribel: A Melody

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Where Claribel low-lieth
The breezes pause and die,
Letting the rose-leaves fall:
But the solemn oak-tree sigheth,
Thick-leaved, ambrosial,
With an ancient melody
Of an inward agony,
Where Claribel low-lieth.

At eve the beetle boometh

Athwart the thicket lone:
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Zorro Rara 27 January 2005

This is a nice poem!

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