. Lyrics from a library . GBENVILLE MELLEN Poet that livest in a single line,—Above the fight the lonely bugle grieves,—About thy grave on cloud-encompassed eves The banded winds in consonance combine To breathe forth battle strains;—a fitting shrineFor such impassioned utterance!—the leavesFalling the while, and sad autumnal sheaves Against the sunset etched in weird design. There is the pathos of all mourning airs,And of the fading pageant of the year,In unfulfilled ambition such as thine;And yet thy brow one leaf of laurel wears;Niggard of favor is the Muse austere,Poet that livest in a sin

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. Lyrics from a library . GBENVILLE MELLEN Poet that livest in a single line,—Above the fight the lonely bugle grieves,—About thy grave on cloud-encompassed eves The banded winds in consonance combine To breathe forth battle strains;—a fitting shrineFor such impassioned utterance!—the leavesFalling the while, and sad autumnal sheaves Against the sunset etched in weird design. There is the pathos of all mourning airs,And of the fading pageant of the year,In unfulfilled ambition such as thine;And yet thy brow one leaf of laurel wears;Niggard of favor is the Muse austere,Poet that livest in a single line!

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