Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807–1882). Complete Poetical Works. 1893.
AppendixI. Juvenile Poems. Dirge over a Nameless Grave
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Is winding slow at evening’s close,
The beech, upon a nameless grave.
its sadly-moving shadow throws.
Upon the many-twinkling leaves,
And twilight’s mellow shades are brown,
Where darkly the green turf upheaves.
And hardly waves the sapling tree:
Sweet flowers are springing, and the air
Is full of balm—but where is she!
And leave the hope she cherished long:
She loved but one-and would not hide
A love which knew a wrong.
And she was wasting day by day:
At length she died—and many tears
Were shed, that she should pass away.
With bitter weeping by her tomb:
And others mourned for him, who felt
That he had sealed a daughter’s doom.
And time wiped dry the father’s tear!
Farewell—lost maiden!—there is one
That mourns thee yet—and he is here.