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FORSAKE ME NOT.

Forsake me not, forsake me not,
When I am dead!
Leave me not, tho' life be fled,
But tend me to the last:
And tell me, when my love is shed,
And my morn is overcast,
Shall I be by all forgot,
Like a flower whose stem is broken?
Ah, watch beside me, gentle maid,
Let me not in earth be laid,
Till a token
Be enwreathed around me,

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Binding me to those who stay
Still beneath the sunny day;
Like the love that bound me
To your heart, so long ago;
When the phantom, Death, did call,
Whispering from beneath his pall,
With a voice 'tween joy and woe,
Long ago! long ago!