Excerpt from Selected Poems

May modulate with murmurs of the air And motions of the forests and the sea, And voice of living beings, and woven hymns Of night and day, and the deep heart of man.

There was a Poet whose untimely tomb No human hands with pious reverence reared, But the charmed eddies of autumnal winds Built o'er his mouldering bones a pyramid Of mouldering leaves in the waste Wilderness A lovely youth, - no mourning maiden decked With weeping flowers, or votive cypress wreath, The lone couch of his everlasting sleep Gentle, and brave, and generous, - no lorn bard Breathed o'er his dark fate one melodious sigh He lived, he died, he sung, in solitude. Strangers have wept to hear his passionate notes, And virgins, as unknown he passed, have pined And wasted for fond love of his Wild eyes. The fire of those soft orbs has ceased to burn, And Silence, too enamoured of that voice, Locks its mute music in her rugged cell.

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