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Yet within thee, thyself a grove,
And the wolf howl beneath.
There once the steel-clad knight reclined,
His brow the hero crossed!
Then Culture came, and days serene;
To celebrate the May.
Father of many a forest deep,
Opening new spheres of thought!
Wont in the night of woods to dwell,
Of human sacrifice!
Thy singed top and branches bare
Of him who came to die!
TO TWO SISTERS. *
Well may you sit within, and, fond of grief,
Changed is that lovely countenance, which shed Light when she spoke; and kindled sweet surprise, As o'er her frame each warm emotion spread, Played round her lips, and sparkled in her eyes.
Those lips so pure, that moved but to persuade,
* On the death of a younger sister.