Anne Hunter (Энн Хантер)

The Spirit’s Song

HARK what I tell to thee,
Nor sorrow o'er the tomb,
My spirit wanders free,
And waits till thine shall come.

All pensive and alone,
I see thee sit and weep,
Thy head upon the stone,
Where my cold ashes sleep.

I watch thy speaking eyes,
And mark each precious tear,
I catch thy parting sighs,
Ere they are lost in air.

Hark what I tell to thee, &c. &c.

1. Ode to the Conduit Vale, Blackheath
2. Song 15. When hollow bursts the rushing wind
3. Sonnet after the Death of Laura
4. The Genius of the Mountains of Balagata
5. To a Friend on New Year’s Day

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