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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, / Just because it perished?