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Oh, what a shining town were Death / Woke you therein, and drew your breath, / My buried love; and all you were, / Caught up and cherished, even there.
Those evil windows loved of none / Would blaze as if they caught the sun.
Woke you in Heaven, Death's kinder name, / And downward in sweet gesture came / From your cold breast your rigid hand, / Then Heaven would be my native land.
But you are nowhere: you are gone / All roads into Oblivion.
Whither I would disperse, till then / From home a banished citizen.