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MY LADY DEAD.
1.
NEVER any more to see your face;Never any more to hear you speak;
Never any more to feel your cheek
Pressed against my cheek in our embrace;
Never any more the kissing-place,
Where your throat the softly-rounded peak
Of your chin joins, with my lips to seek;
Never any more to greet your grace;
Never any more, with love aglow,
Never any more your eyes to meet;
Never any more to see you go
Hither, thither, with your flitting feet;
Never any more to let you know
How I love you, o my sweet, my sweet!
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2.
WHEN they say to me that you are dead,Bid me take of you a last good-bye,
Look my last upon you, as you lie,
Ere they nail the lid down on your head,
Nought I answer; not a tear I shed;
Nay, I smile to think of how they lie.
How should you, indeed, be dead and I
Standing here alive beside your bed?
Surely, truth will not bide falsehood aye;
Sure, what real is from what doth seem
Yet shall sundered be for us some day:
Yea, if God be righteous as I deem,
Surely, you will wake and smile and say,
“All was but a dream, a dreary dream!”
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