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Mother and sire, to you do I commend / Tiny Erotion, who must now descend, / A child, among the shadows, and appear / Before hell's bandog and hell's gondolier.
Of six hoar winters she had felt the cold, / But lacked six days of being six years old.
Now she must come, all playful, to that place / Where the great ancients sit with reverend face; / Now lisping, as she used, of whence she came, / Perchance she names and stumbles at my name.
O'er these so fragile bones, let there be laid / A plaything for a turf; and for that maid / That ran so lightly footed in her mirth / Upon thy breast -- lie lightly, mother earth!