poems.
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"You'll come with me," he sternly said;
"My summons all obey;"
And then her spirit winged its flight,
And left the form of clay.
"My summons all obey;"
And then her spirit winged its flight,
And left the form of clay.
It was but once she raised her head,
And said, with smile of light,
"Nay! do not weep, my friends so dear:
I wish you all good night."
And said, with smile of light,
"Nay! do not weep, my friends so dear:
I wish you all good night."
