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THE BRIDES' TRAGEDY: ACT 3, SCENE 2, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: And must I wake again? Oh come to me
Last Line: And sleep, and sleep, and sleep.


FLORIBEL alone

And must I wake again? Oh come to me,
Thou that with dew-cold fingers softly closest
The wearied eye; thou sweet, thou gentle power,
Soother of woe, sole friend of the oppressed,
I long to lay me on thy peaceful breast.
But once I saw thee, beautiful as moonlight,
Upon a baby's lips, and thou didst kiss them,
Lingering and oft,
(As a wild bee doth kiss a rifled flower,
And clips its waist, and drops a little tear,
Remorsefully enamoured of his prey;)
Come so to me, sweet death, and I will wreath thee
An amorous chaplet for thy paly brows;
And on an odoured bank of wan white buds
In thy fair arms
I'll lie, and taste thy cool delicious breath,
And sleep, and sleep, and sleep.





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