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A DIRGE.
IV.
Crocodiles wept tears for thee;
The woodbine and eglatere
Drip sweeter dews than traitor's tear.
Let them rave.
Rain makes music in the tree
O'er the green that folds thy grave—
Let them rave.
Crocodiles wept tears for thee;
The woodbine and eglatere
Drip sweeter dews than traitor's tear.
Let them rave.
Rain makes music in the tree
O'er the green that folds thy grave—
Let them rave.
V.
Round thee blow, selfpleachéd deep,
Brambleroses, faint and pale,
And 'long purples' of the dale—
Let them rave.
These in every shower creep
Through the green that folds thy grave—
Let them rave.
Round thee blow, selfpleachéd deep,
Brambleroses, faint and pale,
And 'long purples' of the dale—
Let them rave.
These in every shower creep
Through the green that folds thy grave—
Let them rave.
