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For thee, who mindful of th'unhonour'd dead
Dost in these lines their artless tale relate;
If chance, by lonely contemplation led,

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Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate,


Haply some hoary-headed swain may say:
Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn
Brushing with hasty steps the dews away,

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To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.


There at the foot of yonder nodding beech,
That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high,
His listless length at noontide would he stretch,

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And pore upon the brook that babbles by.


Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn,
Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove,
Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn,

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Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love.


One morn i miss'd him on the custom'd hill,
Along the heath, and near his fav'rite tree;
Another came; nor yet beside the rill,

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Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he.