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AFTER DEATH.
Though desert sands or ruined stones
Lie heavy upon my buried head,
Though worms within my skull are fed
Or jackals on my putrid bones,
Lie heavy upon my buried head,
Though worms within my skull are fed
Or jackals on my putrid bones,
Though the sea ever-chafing moans
Above my limbs long-washed and dead,
Doubt not my spirit will be led
By thy sweet voice's tender tones.
Above my limbs long-washed and dead,
Doubt not my spirit will be led
By thy sweet voice's tender tones.
Fear not, if, when you vainly weep
At midnight for reluctant sleep,
You feel an unseen presence bow
At midnight for reluctant sleep,
You feel an unseen presence bow
Toward you, and through the shuddering air
Press down cold hands amid your hair
And chilly kisses on your brow.
Press down cold hands amid your hair
And chilly kisses on your brow.
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