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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.