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When Time, or soon or late, shall bring / The dreamless sleep that lulls the dead, / Oblivion! may thy languid wing / Wave gently o'er my dying bed!
No band of friends or heirs be there, / To weep, or wish, the coming blow: / No maiden, with dishevelled hair, / To feel, or feign, decorous woe.