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Along the Grassy Slope I Sit
By Richard Henry Stoddard (18251903)
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And dream of other years;
My heart is full of soft regrets,
My eyes of tender tears.
The sheep-bells tinkled far,
Last year when Alice sat with me,
Beneath the evening star.
Around the same soft hours;
But Alice molders in the dust
With all the last year’s flowers.
The wild bees on the steep,
And distant bells that seem to float
From out the folds of Sleep.