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GREY and ghostly cypresses
   Meet above our bed.
That is surely why she presses
   Close to me her head.

Dead are we. Be quite at rest!
   There can be no harm
If across what was her breast
   I should lay my arm.

She was never very brave,
   And these damned trees
A most evil whisper have
   In the midnight breeze.

Close she clings with body thin;
   She was always slender;
Do you hold it a deep sin,
   Buried, to be tender?

She is frightened, she would say,
   But her lips have gone —
Curse you! Look the other way.
   Read our burial-stone!

What? She brought me to this pass?
   Brought me to this place?
Oh, it may be! Turn the glass.
   She had a lovely face.

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