THE LAST WISH.
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THE LAST WISH.
"Well may I weep to leave this world—thee—all these beautiful woods, and plains, and hills."
Lights and Shadows.
Go to the forest-shade,
Seek thou the well-known glade,
Where, heavy with sweet dew, the violets lie,
Gleaming thro' moss-tufts deep,
Like dark eyes fill'd with sleep,
And bath'd in hues of summer's midnight sky.
Bring me their buds, to shed
Around my dying bed,
