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"Are those her ribs through which the Sun

Did peer, as through a grate?

And is that Woman all her crew?

Is that a Death? and are there two?

Is Death that woman's mate?

"Her lips were red, her looks were free,

Her locks were yellow as gold:

Her skin was as white as leprosy…

The naked hulk alongside came,

And the twain were casting dice."