Lee
The night had fallen on the narrow tent
--Deep night of Virginia summer when the
Are burning wax in the near, languid
And the soft flowers hardly close all
The night had fallen on the narrow tent
--Deep night of Virginia summer when the
Are burning wax in the near, languid
And the soft flowers hardly close all
On Bellosguardo, when the year was young,
We wandered, seeking for the
And dark anemone, whose purples
The peasant's plot, between the corn-shoots sprung
The man was loved, the man was idolized,
The man had every just and noble gift
He took great burdens and he bore them well,
Believed in God but did not preach too much,
With an incident in which he was concerned In the sweet shire of Cardigan, Not far from pleasant Ivor-hall, An old Man dwells, a little man,— 'Tis said he once was tall
For five-and-thirty years he lived A running huntsman merry; And still th...