English poem
There ’neath the shady citron grove
by George E. Merkley (1865–1904)
There ’neath the shady citron grove, By limpid fountains lovers rove, And there, to loved ones tell again The heartless deeds of fellow men.
More by George E. Merkley
- The soldier spoke, his accents feebly fell
- The Southern sun with his deep flood of light
- The sunbeams they come--but they melt not my sadness
- Then in fond dreams his Fancy oft would trace
- They but Dream Who Believe
- Thine no gloomy, lone dominion
- Thou shalt not be greeted here
- Time measures woe; her reign he oft makes brief