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Pause, lovely Lady, pause: with downward eyeRegard this humble tomb awhile; and read
The name of him who loved you well, now freed
From pains of love—Ah, mournful liberty!
Sigh forth, too late, an unavailing sigh:
And, if thy spirit be to pity moved,
Pray that a ceaseless dream of her he loved
Abide upon him everlastingly.
Stay, lovely Lady, stay: O stay for hours:
I feel thy tear-drops falling one by one.
Yet do not stay, for grief and shame it were
That tears should fall so fast from eyes so fair;
And feet that scarcely bend the meadow flowers
Linger so long upon the chilling stone.
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