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Clerk Saunders
Now that the cock has crowed and I am fled
Before the day's inexorable face
Back to this underworld that is my place,
Where I must gibber with the lifelong dead—
Before the day's inexorable face
Back to this underworld that is my place,
Where I must gibber with the lifelong dead—
Now that you too, where our farewell was said,
Are vainly entreating Earth of her cold grace
Whether at head or foot be any space
Where you may lie in love's last narrow bed—
Are vainly entreating Earth of her cold grace
Whether at head or foot be any space
Where you may lie in love's last narrow bed—
Now, even now, so soon as gentle Night
Uplifts me from the clay whereto I crept,
And quickens the dead memory of delight,
And heals the wounds they dealt me while we slept,
Uplifts me from the clay whereto I crept,
And quickens the dead memory of delight,
And heals the wounds they dealt me while we slept,
Again would I that life, that death, begin
And thank the God that made his joy therein.
And thank the God that made his joy therein.
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