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His eyes in eclipse, / Pale cold his lips, / The light of his hopes unfed, / Mute his tongue, / His bow unstrung / With the tears he hath shed, / Backward drooping his graceful head.
Love is dead; / His last arrow sped; / He hath not another dart; / Go carry him to his dark deathbed; / Bury him in the cold, cold heart / Love is dead.