A Song From Shakespeare's Cymbeline
To fair Fideles grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opning sweet, of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear, To vex with shrieks this quiet grove: But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love. No witherd witch shall here be seen, No goblins lead their nightly crew: The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew! The redbreast oft at evning hours Shall kindly lend his little aid: With hoary moss, and gatherd flowrs, To deck the ground where thou art laid. When howling winds, and beating rain, In tempests shake the sylvan cell, Or midst the chase on evry plain, The tender thought on thee shall dwell. Each lonely scene shall thee restore, For thee the tear be duly shed: Belovd, till life could charm no more; And mournd, till Pitys self be dead.
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"To fair Fideles grassy tomb ..."
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