Where Claribel Low-Lieth The Breezes Pause And Die, Letting The Rose-Leaves Fall: But The Solemn Oak-Tree Sigheth, Thick-Leaved, Ambrosial, With An Ancient Melody Of An Inward Agony, Where Claribel Low-Lieth. At Eve The Beetle Boometh Athwart The Thicket Lone: At Noon The Wild Bee Hummeth About The Moss'D Headstone: At Midnight The Moon Cometh, And Looketh Down Alone. Her Song The Lintwhite Swelleth, The Clear-Voiced Mavis Dwelleth, The Callow Throstle Lispeth, The Slumbrous Wave Outwelleth, The Babbling Runnel Crispeth, The Hollow Grot Replieth Where Claribel Low-Lieth.