claribel

• alfred lord tennyson'ın bir şiiri:
  
  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.