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No longer that grey visage fix, / Charon, / Asking me how I come to mix / With this pale boat-load on the Styx, / Charon.
I am so very small a Shade, / Charon, / Holding the vase my father made / And toys of silver all inlaid, / Charon.
Ferry me to the golden trees, / Charon, / To isles of childish play and ease / And baths of dove-like Pleiades, / Charon.
Ferry me to the azure lands, / Charon, / Where some dead mother understands / The lifting of my baby hands, / Charon.