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When bony Death has chilled her gentle blood,

And dimmed the brightness of her wistful eyes,

And changed her glorious beauty into mud

By his old skill in hateful wizardries;

When an old lichened marble strives to tell

How sweet a grace, how red a lip was hers;

When rheumy grey-beards say, “I knew her well,”

Showing the grave to curious worshippers;

When all the roses that she sowed in me

Have dripped their crimson petals and decayed,

Leaving no greenery on any tree

That her dear hands in my heart’s garden laid,

Then grant, old Time, to my green mouldering skull,

These songs may keep her memory beautiful.