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FUNERAL MASS: REQUIEM, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: You sit on the bed there
Last Line: "as with vestments of silver?"
Alternate Author Name(s): Belyi, Andrey; Bely, Andrei
Subject(s): Death; Funerals; Dead, The; Burials

"You sit on the bed there
In the sunset's full crimson,
Pillows crumpled,
Looking distracted,—what
Troubles you?"

"Oh, swept by
Gold cataracts,
The fir-tree tops
Loom athwart the sky's blue."

"Orphaned, alone, I shall
Through summery
Twilights and Winter nights.
There are new flights, but
Try them I dare not.
Oh, do not die!"

"Oh, above the pines
I float off into æther seas.
Who, there, what, there,
Swathes the sky with whitenesses,
As with vestments of silver?"

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