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CLARIBEL.
A MELODY.
Where Claribel low-lieth
The breezes pause and die,
Letting the roseleaves fall:
But the solemn oaktree sigheth,
Thickleaved, ambrosial,
With an ancient melody
Of an inward agony,
Where Claribel low-lieth.
The breezes pause and die,
Letting the roseleaves fall:
But the solemn oaktree sigheth,
Thickleaved, ambrosial,
With an ancient melody
Of an inward agony,
Where Claribel low-lieth.
