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CYPRESS.—Cupressus Sempervirens.
Despair.
They deck thee as a bride,
They dress me for the bier,
Thy bosom thrills with pride,
And mine with solemn fear,
For Love is at thy side,
While Death to me draws near.
They dress me for the bier,
Thy bosom thrills with pride,
And mine with solemn fear,
For Love is at thy side,
While Death to me draws near.
No longer on the blast
My heart's deep wail I pour;
My life-long dream is past,
And passion rules no more;
I've loved thee to the last,
But now e'en love is o'er.
My heart's deep wail I pour;
My life-long dream is past,
And passion rules no more;
I've loved thee to the last,
But now e'en love is o'er.
Upon thy bridal day
It may be we shall meet,
Thou in thy bright array,
I in my winding sheet.
Wilt thou then turn away
From the coffin at thy feet?
It may be we shall meet,
Thou in thy bright array,
I in my winding sheet.
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From the coffin at thy feet?
I've watched the setting sun,
The last I e'er shall see,
Life's sluggish race is run,
Its goal was misery,
And my latest task is done
When I say farewell to thee.
The last I e'er shall see,
Life's sluggish race is run,
Its goal was misery,
And my latest task is done
When I say farewell to thee.
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