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O shadowy Beauty mine, when thou shalt sleep / In the deep heart of a black marble tomb; / When thou for mansion and for bower shalt keep / Only one rainy cave of hollow gloom;
And when the stone upon thy trembling breast, / And on thy straight sweet body's supple grace, / Crushes thy will and keeps thy heart at rest, / And holds those feet from their adventurous race;
Then the deep grave, who shares my reverie, / (For the deep grave is aye the poet's friend) / During long nights when sleep is far from thee,
Shall whisper: "Ah, thou didst not comprehend / The dead wept thus, thou woman frail and weak" -- / And like remorse the worm shall gnaw thy cheek.