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HERE where the roses blossom, where vines round the laurels are twining,
Where the turtle-dove calls, where the blithe cricket is heard,
Say, whose grave can this be, with life by all the Immortals
Beauteously planted and deck'd?--Here doth Anacreon sleep
Spring and summer and autumn rejoiced the thrice-happy minstrel,
And from the winter this mound kindly hath screen'd him at last.
Anacreon's Grave
Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
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Poem topics: autumn, happy, life, sleep, spring, summer, winter, dove, screen, grave, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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