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And thou art dead, as young and fair / As aught of mortal birth; / And form so soft, and charms so rare, / Too soon return'd to Earth! / Though Earth received them in her bed / And o'er the spot the crowd may tread / In carelessness or mirth, / There is an eye which could not brook / A moment on that grave to look.
I will not ask where thou liest low, / Nor gaze upon the spot; / There flowers or weeds at will may grow, / So I behold them not: It is enough for me to prove / That what I loved, and long must love, / Like common earth can rot; / To me there needs no stone to tell,‘ / Tis Nothing that I loved so well.