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'Twas there where hours of rapture past
Still o'er the spot their influence cast,
Where every herb that round her grew
Flourished familiar to her view,
Soothed by the thought of time gone by
That Mytah wished in peace to die;—
There, when her fast-receding breath
Might yield her to the tyrant Death,
In solitude she wished to lie.
⁠She knew 'twas fancy; yet, 'twas sweet
To think the earth she oft had trod
And wandered o'er with careless feet
Would shield her with its sheltering sod.
⁠If feeling yet pursued that state,¹
That gloom which all must penetrate,
'Twould soothe her lonely heart to know
The accustomed trees around that grow;
⁠The frail mimosa o'er her bending
Its feathery foliage of emerald green
⁠Seemed sensitive of the aid 'twas lending
To shroud her closing scene;
And 'twas a pleasing melancholy
To think when soon the tree must die,²
O'er her lone grave 'twould seem to show