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Death devours all lovely things;
Lesbia with her sparrow
Shares the darkness, -- presently / Every bed is narrow.
Unremembered as old rain / Dries the sheer libation, / And the little petulant hand / Is an annotation.
After all, my erstwhile dear, / My no longer cherished, / Need we say it was not love, / Now that love is perished?