THOU happy, happy elf!
(But stop, first let me kiss away that tear,)
Thou tiny image of myself!
(My love, he ’s poking peas into his ear,)
Thou merry, laughing sprite,
With spirits, feather light,
Untouched by sorrow, and unsoiled by sin;...
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“O where, and O where ONE day, as I was going by |
I Remember, I remember |
She stood breast high amid the corn, On her cheek an autumn flush |
SPRING it is cheery, Love will not clip him, |
With fingers weary and worn, |
“Drowned! drowned!”—Hamlet. ONE more unfortunate, Take her up tenderly, Look at her garments... |
We watched her breathing through the night, So silently we seemed to speak, |
Written During Sickness, April, 1845 FAREWELL, life! my senses swim, |
NO sun—no moon! |