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TOGETHER APART
Here lies, beyond the tenderness of sleep
On earth, a maid too rare to lie thus deep.
On earth, a maid too rare to lie thus deep.
Seven days ago she stood with me and read
Some lines that Love had carved for beauty dead.
Some lines that Love had carved for beauty dead.
Yet now a verse is waiting in my breast
To grieve upon the cross above her rest.
To grieve upon the cross above her rest.
She left me broken, even as the sigh
That, but for weakness, would have been Good-bye.
That, but for weakness, would have been Good-bye.
Black Death is but a servant, who can care
For dust alone. The Spirit takes the air.
For dust alone. The Spirit takes the air.
My heart believes that now in cloven space
A soul looks fondly back to love my face.
A soul looks fondly back to love my face.
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