Where Claribel low-lieth br The breezes pause and die, br Letting the rose-leaves fall: br But the solemn oak-tree sigheth, br Thick-leaved, ambrosial, br With an ancient melody br Of an inward agony, br Where Claribel low-lieth. br br At eve the beetle boometh br Athwart the thicket lone: br At noon the wild bee hummeth br About the moss'd headstone: br At midnight the moon cometh, br And looketh down alone. br Her song the lintwhite swelleth, br The clear-voiced mavis dwelleth, br The callow throstle lispeth, br The slumbrous wave outwelleth, br The babbling runnel crispeth, br The hollow grot replieth br Where Claribel low-lieth.