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HERE sleeps the Bard who knew so well All the sweet windings of Apollo's shell; Whether its music rolled like torrents near, Or died, like distant streamlets , on the ear. Sleep, sleep, mute bard; alike unheeded now The storm and zephyr sweep thy lifeless brow; That storm, whose rush is like thy martial lay; That breeze which, like thy love - song; dies away! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest... |
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