。, How plain and heightWith dewdrops are bright!How pearls have crown'dThe plants all around!How sighs the breezeThro' thicket and trees!How loudly in the sun's clear raysThe sweet birds carol forth their lays!
Through bush, through forest, o'er the lea;Thou art invoked by all my lays;。, He died of nothing--by mere chance was slain.But is he really dead?--oh, that I cannot prove: