Je vous dois une larme aux bords de mon tombeau;
L’air est si parfume! la lumiere est si pure!
Aux regards d’un Mourant le soleil est si beau!” Lamartine.
A song was heard of old—a low, sweet song,
On the blue seas by Delos. From that isle,
The Sun-god’s own domain, a gentle girl—
Gentle, yet all inspired of soul, of mien,
Lit with a life too perilously bright—
Was borne away to die. How beautiful
Seems this world to the dying!—but for her,