Death & Dying
On the Death of a Recluse
From The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse (1912)
Death & Dying
'Mid roaring brooks and dark moss-vales,
I VI Where speechless Thought abides,
Still her sweet spirit dwells,
That knew no world besides.
Her form the woodland still retains —
Wound but a creeping flower,
Her very life-blood stains
Thee, in a falling shower.
Touch but the stream, drink but the air,
Her cheek, her breath is known;
Ravish that red rose there,
And she is all thine own.
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Darley, George. “On the Death of a Recluse.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/darley/11/.
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Darley, George. “On the Death of a Recluse.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/darley/11/.
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