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Poem by Thomas Lovell Beddoes Dirge We do lie beneath the grass In the moonlight, in the shade Of the yew-tree. They that pass Hear us not. We are afraid They would envy our delight, In our graves by glow-worm night. Come follow us, and smile as we; We sail to the rock in the ancient waves, Where the snow falls by thousands into the sea, And the drown'd and the shipwreck'd have happy graves. Thomas Lovell Beddoes Thomas Lovell Beddoes's other poems:
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