EPIGRAM
TO A LADY RECOVERED FROM A DANGEROUS SICKNESS
Life plucks thee back as by the golden hair—
Life, who had feigned to let thee go but now.
Wealthy is Death already, and can spare
Ev'n such a prey as thou.
WILLIAM WATSON
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