Thomas Lovell Beddoes (Томас Беддоус)

Song from the Waters

Act I, scene iv, lines 259-72

The swallow leaves her nest,
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.

The wind dead leaves and snow
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. 

1. Resurrection Song
2. The Rosy Hour
3. Song on the Water
4. Yes, Mary Ann
5. To Tartar, A Terrier Beauty

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