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The Early Poems of Alfred Lord Tennyson by Alfred Lord Tennyson
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[Footnote 6: A coronach is a funeral song or lamentation, from the
Gaelic 'Corranach'. 'Cf'. Scott's 'Waverley', ch. xv.,

"Their wives and daughters came clapping their hands and 'crying the
coronach' and shrieking".]


[Footnote 7: 1830 till 1851. Through.]





A DIRGE

First printed in 1830.


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Now is done thy long day's work;
Fold thy palms across thy breast,
Fold thine arms, turn to thy rest.
Let them rave.
Shadows of the silver birk [1]
Sweep the green that folds thy grave.
Let them rave.


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