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May I not wed as you have wed? may it not break, beauty, from out my hands, my head, my feet?

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Lift up our eyes to you? no, God, we stare and stare, upon a nearer thing that greets us here, Death, violent and near.

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Let him go forth radiant, let life rise in his young breast,...

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Lais is now no lover of the glass, seeing no more the face as once it was, wishing to see that face and finding this.

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Let the palings of her bed Be quince and box-wood overlaid...

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It was easy enough to bend them to my wish, it was easy enough to alter them with a touch.

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It is not for me, the day, Nor this light of sun. Ah, mother, mother, The same terror is cast on us both.

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I'll stake all my soul on that beauty,...

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I smiled, I waited, I was circumspect; O never, never, never write that I missed life or loving.

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I was alone now my beautiful peace has gone; did I ask you here?

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I will be free, no lover's kiss to bind me to earth, no bliss of love to counteract actual bliss.

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I knew the poor, I knew the hideous death they die,...

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Her breasts under her gown are cold, for a flower has grown, murex-red on the red gown.

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Honour came to me, though I sought it not;...

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How I envy you death; what could death bring,...

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Gone the dear chatterer; Death succeeds Atimetus.

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For this beauty, beauty without strength, chokes out life.

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Fall the deep curtains, delicate the weave, fair the thread.

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Each of us like you has died once, each of us like you stands apart, like you fit to be worshipped.

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Ardent yet chill and formal, how I ache to tempt a chisel as a sculptor.

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Ai, ai, poor mother, your birth-pangs were fruitless: I am wroth with these spirits.

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Alas, day, you brought light, You trailed splendour...

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