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I lay in silence, dead. A woman came / And laid a rose upon my breast and said: / "May God be merciful." She spoke my name, / And added: "It is strange to think him dead.
"He loved me well enough, but 't was his way / To speak it lightly." Then, beneath her breath: / "Besides" -- I knew what further she would say, / But then a footfall broke my dream of death.
To-day the words are mine. I lay the rose / Upon her breast, and speak her name and deem / It strange indeed that she is dead. God knows / I had more pleasure in the other dream.