Where Claribel low-lieth
The breezes pause and die
Letting the rose-leaves fall;
But the solemn oak-tree sigheth
Thick-leaved, ambrosial
With an ancient melody
Of an inward agony
Where Claribel low-lieth

At eve the beetle boometh
Athwart the thicket lone;
At noon the wild bee hummeth
About the moss'd headstone;
At midnight the moon cometh
And looketh down alone
Her song thе lintwhite swelleth
Thе clear-voiced mavis dwelleth
The callow throstle lispeth
The slumbrous wave outwelleth
The babbling runnel crispeth
The hollow grot replieth
Where Claribel low-lieth