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Bereaved of all, I went abroad, / No less bereaved to be / Upon a new peninsula, -- / The grave preceded me,
Obtained my lodgings ere myself, / And when I sought my bed, / The grave it was, reposed upon / The pillow for my head.
I waked, to find it first awake, / I rose, -- it followed me; / I tried to drop it in the crowd, / To lose it in the sea,
In cups of artificial drowse / To sleep its shape away, -- / The grave was finished, but the spade / Remained in memory.