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TO J. W.
Set not thy foot on graves:
Hear what wine and roses say
The mountain chase, the summer waves,
The crowded town, thy feet may well delay.
Set not thy foot on graves;
Nor seek to unwind the shroud
Which charitable Time
And Nature have allowed
To wrap the errors of a sage sublime.
Set not thy foot on graves:
Care not to strip the dead
Of his sad ornament,
