Though buried, it is not of mortal things—

Thou art the victor, Love!

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Oh! lightly tread through these deep chestnut-bowers,

Where a sweet spirit once in beauty moved!

And touch with reverent hand these leaves and flowers—

Fair things, which well a gentle heart hath loved!

A gentle heart, of love and grief th’ abode,

Whence the bright stream of song in tear-drops flow’d.

And bid its memory sanctify the scene!