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EARLY POEMS.
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A REQUIEM.
Yet fresh petals of dropt blossomStrew upon her loveliest bosom!
Heap dark pansies at her feet!
Thyme and briar-roses sweet,
And the snow-flakes of the May,
If still lingering, softly lay
All about her garment neat,
Broidery fit for winding-sheet!
Water-lilies round her head
Wreathe! So white regrets the dead
Attend. Whatever of most fair
Wild or garden hath be there:
Keeping Her, since she must die,
Fragrant in our memory!
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