Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.
DirgeThomas Lovell Beddoes (18031849)
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The soul my weary breast;
But therefore let the rain
On my grave
Fall pure; for why complain?
Since both will come again
O’er the wave.
Doth hurry to and fro;
And, once, a day shall break
O’er the wave,
When a storm of ghosts shall shake
The dead, until they wake
In the grave.