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MY BURIAL PLACE, by                    
First Line: Ah me! And must I like the tenant lie
Last Line: He cries, 'though mute, there is a poet here!'
Subject(s): Marriage; Weddings; Husbands; Wives


AH me! and must I like the tenant lie
Of this dark cell -- all hushed the witching song?
And will not Feeling bend his streaming eye
On my green sod, as slow he wends along,
And, smiting his rapt bosom, softly sigh,
'His genius soared above the vulgar throng'?

Will he not fence my weedless turf around,
Sacred from dull-eyed Folly's vagrant feet;
And there, soft swelling in aerial sound,
Will he not list, at eve, to voices sweet;
Strew with the Spring's first flowers the little mound,
And often muse within the lone retreat?

Yes, though I not affect the immortal lay,
Nor bold effusions of the learned quill,
Nor often have I wound my tedious way
Up the steep summit of the muse's hill;
Yet, sometimes have I poured the incondite lay,
And sometimes have I felt the rapturous thrill.

Him, therefore, whom, even once, the sacred muse
Has blest, shall be to feeling ever dear;
And, soft as sweet, sad April's gleamy dews,
On my cold clay shall fall the genial tear;
While, pensive as the springing herb he views,
He cries, 'Though mute, there is a poet here!'





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