Samuel Taylor Coleridge — A Plaintive Movement

Go little Pipe! for ever I must leave thee,        &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbspAh, vainly true! Never, ah never! must I more receive thee?        &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbspAdieu! adieu! Well, thou art gone! and what remains behind,        &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbspSoothing the soul to Hope?        &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbspThe moaning Wind— Hide with sere leaves my Grave's undaisied Slope.