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LXIV.
[When in the lonely stillness of the tomb]
When in the lonely stillness of the tombI voiceless lie and cold, omit not thou
To sing and dance as merrily as now:
Bring roses once a year in fullest bloom,
And rather than that thou shouldst come in gloom,
Bring thy new love with thee: together bow
O'er the green mound that hides the quiet brow—
Yea I would bless his babe within thy womb.
How can love be where jealousy is not?
How shall I say? This only: I have borne
That cruel pain: yet would I never blot,
Living, with selfish love the loved-one's lot,
Nor, dead, would have my dear love live forlorn,—
Yet would not wish my own love quite forgot.
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