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Oh, can you sleep now? The bitter end?

An opiate vapor… escapes from her

An opiate vapor… escapes from her

The lily lolls upon the wave

A slumber seems to take

You’re deep asleep now - Hast thou no fear?

Strange is thy pallor… and strange thy dress

Strange is thy pallor… thy length of tress

Rosemary nods upon the grave

A slumber seems to take

Would not, for the world, awake

All Beauty sleeps – she lies

therein, with unopened eye

Breath of god, I’d borrow

If death could be undone

In these times of sorrow

Breath of god, i’d borrow

To see you once again

In these times of sorrow

What are you dreaming now you are gone?

Six feet beneath now… an idle stone

Six feet beneath now… an idle stone

Soft may the worms about her creep