POEMS. CLARIBEL. A MELODY. 1. 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. 2. At eve the beetle boometh And looketh down alone. |