  I who was learned in death's lore Oft held her to my heart And spoke of days when we should love no more— In the long dust, apart. "Immortal?" No—it could not be, Spirit with flesh must die. Tho' heart should pray and hope make endless plea, Reason would still outcry. She died. They wrapped her in the dust— I heard the dull clod's dole, And then I knew she lived—that death's dark lust Could never touch her soul! |
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