“By the lakes that thus outspread Their lone waters, lone and dead, – Their sad waters, sad and chilly With the snows of the lolling lily, – By the mountains – near the river Murmuring lowly, murmuring ever” Edgar Allan Poe, Dream-Land...

By The Old Burned Tree

“Where Claribel low-lieth The breezes pause and die, Letting the rose-leaves fall; But the solemn oak-tree sigheth, Thick-leaved, ambrosial, With an ancient melody Of an inward agony, Where Claribel low-leith” Lord Alfred Tennyson...

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