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DEATH (1) by JOHN BANISTER TABB

First Line: I PASSED HIM DAILY, BUT HIS EYES
Last Line: IS FIXED UPON MY COUNTENANCE.
Subject(s): DEATH; DEAD, THE;
I passed him daily, but his eyes,
On others musing, missed me,
Till suddenly with pale surprise
He caught and clasped and kissed me.
Since then his long-averted glance
Is fixed upon my countenance.



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