O Shadowy beauty of mine, when thou sleepest
In the deep heart of a black
marble tomb
When thou for mansion and for bower shalt keep
Only one rainy
cave of hollow gloom
And when the stone upon thy trembling breast,
And
on thy straight sweet body's supple grace,
Crushes thy will and keeps thy
heart at rest,
And holds those feet from their adventurous race;
Then
the deep grave, who shares my reverie,
(For the deep grave is aye the poet's
friend)
During long nights when sleep is far from thee,
Shall whisper:
"Ah, thou didst not comprehend
The dead wept thus, thou woman frail and
weak"--
And like remorse the worm shall gnaw thy cheek.
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