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TO DEATH by AMY LEVY

First Line: IF WITHIN MY HEART THERE'S MOULD
Last Line: LET THY SINGER SOAR AWAY.
Subject(s): DEATH; DEAD, THE;
IF within my heart there's mould,
If the flame of Poesy
And the flame of Love grow cold,
Slay my body utterly.

Swiftly, pause not nor delay ;
Let not my life's field be spread
With the ash of feelings dead,
Let thy singer soar away.




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