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LOVE IS DEAD.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  


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LOVE IS DEAD.

Love is dead; Love is dead:
Where shall we bury him?
Bury him under the deep, deep sea,
Moody and vicious,
Wild and capricious,
Dark and deceitful and cruel as he.
Love is dead; Love is dead:
This be his epitaph—
“Here lies a spirit—far-seeing—yet blind,
Fathomless mystery,
Blood-red in history,
Tyrant, and blessing, and curse of mankind.”

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Love is dead; Love is dead:
Then must Earth follow him—
Earth and her children all born of his breath:
Man and his glory,
Time and its story,
Suns, stars, and systems, down! down into Death!