Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.
On the Death of a RecluseGeorge Darley (17951846)
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Where speechless Thought abides,
Still her sweet spirit dwells,
That knew no world besides.
Wound but a creeping flower,
Her very life-blood stains
Thee, in a falling shower.
Her cheek, her breath is known;
Ravish that red rose there,
And she is all thine own.