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Let the old yews beside my pillow standing
Spread wide their arms, surround me with their gloom;
And let the few pale blooms that I have gathered
Fade on my tomb.
Spread wide their arms, surround me with their gloom;
And let the few pale blooms that I have gathered
Fade on my tomb.
Not so, not so! unsheath a trenchant purpose,
Press on with firm lip and uplifted eye,
And hew out even from the rocks that daunt thee
A fair white effigy.
Press on with firm lip and uplifted eye,
And hew out even from the rocks that daunt thee
A fair white effigy.
