A Plaintive Movement by Samuel Taylor Coleridge Lyrics
Go little Pipe! for ever I must leave thee,
       Ah, vainly true!
Never, ah never! must I more receive thee?
       Adieu! adieu!
Well, thou art gone! and what remains behind,
     Soothing the soul to Hope?
       The moaning Wind—
Hide with sere leaves my Grave's undaisied Slope.
       Ah, vainly true!
Never, ah never! must I more receive thee?
       Adieu! adieu!
Well, thou art gone! and what remains behind,
     Soothing the soul to Hope?
       The moaning Wind—
Hide with sere leaves my Grave's undaisied Slope.