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I who was learned in death's lore

Oft held her to my heart

And spoke of days when we should love no more —

In the long dust, apart.

“Immortal?” No — it could not be,

Spirit with flesh must die.

Tho’ heart should pray and hope make endless plea,

Reason would still outcry.

She died. They wrapped her in the dust —

I heard the dull clod's dole,

And then I knew she lived — that death's dark lust

Could never touch her soul!