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38
XXX.
[Yes thou must die: I can but borrow thee.]
Yes thou must die: I can but borrow thee.Nettles are flowering on some destined grave
By oozy sands the salt seas ever lave,
Or 'neath some black-blue crawling cedar tree
Where the grass withers. Moaning winds at sea
And sobbing waters, wave on heart-sick wave,
Disconsolate, persistent, sigh and rave,
And dark leaves rustle where thy bed must be.
Yes thou must die—die? Spread the shroud and pall.
The grave, the grave is the one marriage-bed:
The grave it is my heart is set upon.
Thou art the grave: in thee are summed up all
Its horror and regret. To lose thee—dead?
Dead, dead—why must I love thee?—dead and gone.
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