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LLAST night, on coughing slightly with sharp pain,There came arterial blood, and with a sighOf absolute grief I cried in bitter vein,That drop is my death-warrant: I must die.Poor meagre life is mine, meagre and poor!Rather a piece of childhood thrown away;An adumbration faint; the overtureTo stifled music; year that ends in May;The sweet beginning of a tale unknown;A dream unspoken; promise unfulfilled;A morning with no noon, a rose unblown—All its deep rich vermilion crushed and killedI’ th’ bud by frost:—Thus in false fear I cried,Forgetting that to abolish death Christ died.
LLAST night, on coughing slightly with sharp pain,There came arterial blood, and with a sighOf absolute grief I cried in bitter vein,That drop is my death-warrant: I must die.Poor meagre life is mine, meagre and poor!Rather a piece of childhood thrown away;An adumbration faint; the overtureTo stifled music; year that ends in May;The sweet beginning of a tale unknown;A dream unspoken; promise unfulfilled;A morning with no noon, a rose unblown—All its deep rich vermilion crushed and killedI’ th’ bud by frost:—Thus in false fear I cried,Forgetting that to abolish death Christ died.
LLAST night, on coughing slightly with sharp pain,There came arterial blood, and with a sighOf absolute grief I cried in bitter vein,That drop is my death-warrant: I must die.Poor meagre life is mine, meagre and poor!Rather a piece of childhood thrown away;An adumbration faint; the overtureTo stifled music; year that ends in May;The sweet beginning of a tale unknown;A dream unspoken; promise unfulfilled;A morning with no noon, a rose unblown—All its deep rich vermilion crushed and killedI’ th’ bud by frost:—Thus in false fear I cried,Forgetting that to abolish death Christ died.
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