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Last night they laid me in my winding sheet, / Set burning tapers at my feet and head, / Decked me with wan white blossoms faint and sweet, / And told each other softly, "She is dead."
Ay, dumb and dead! Enshrouded, cold and stark / I lay where waned the tawny tapers dim, / Pulseless and pale; yet thro' the dreadful dark / I lived in thoughts of _him_.
The morning came. One who had loved me bent / Above my face with tears and bated breath; / Laid on my heart the roses _he_ had sent-- / And I--was glad of death!