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Last night I dreamed I saw you lying dead, / And by your sheeted form stood all alone: / Frail as a flow'r you lay upon your bed, / And on your still face, through the casement, shone / The moon, as lingering to kiss you there / Fall'n asleep, white violets in your hair.
Oh, sick to weeping was my soul, and sad / To breaking was my heart that would not break; / And for my soul's great grief no tear I had, / No lamentation for my heart's deep ache; / Yet all I bore seemed more than I could bear / Beside you dead, white violets in your hair.