5. SHE MOURNS A LENGTHENING SHADOW
Hasten to the bridal bed -
Underneath the grave 'tis spread:
In darkness may our love be hid,
Oblivion be our coverlid -
We may rest, and nione forbid.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
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