April 2010
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To Thyrza: And Thou Art Dead
And thou art dead, as young and fair As aught of mortal birth And form so soft and charm so rare Too soon returned to Earth! Though Earth received them in her bed And o’er the spot the crowd may tread In carelessness or mirth There is an eye which could not brook A moment on that grave to look.
I will not ask where thou liest low, Nor gaze upon the spot There flowers or weeds at will...