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THE ANACREONTICS: 4, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: Ah! Cruel maid, come thou not nigh
Last Line: To sleep in quiet where 'tis laid.
Alternate Author Name(s): Vittorelli, Iacop
Subject(s): Death; Dead, The


AH! cruel maid, come thou not nigh
This urn wherein mine ashes lie,
For sacred to my grief, this spot
Is hallow'd ground—profane it not.

Thy flowers are offer'd all in vain,
I scorn thy sorrow, why complain?
A scatter'd wreath, a tear-drop shed,
What can they now avail the dead?

Ah! cruel maid, I need no more
The aid I sought in vain before;
It had indeed been well to give
Thy pity ere I ceas'd to live.

Why deafen with unceasing sound
Of useless woe the groves around?
Leave undisturb'd a wretched shade
To sleep in quiet where 'tis laid.





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