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THE LONGEST DEATH-WATCH.
Did she not fancy—should she see
That coffin, watched so long, unclose—
The royal tenant there would be
Still young, still fair, when he arose,
Beside her withered leaves and snows?
That coffin, watched so long, unclose—
The royal tenant there would be
Still young, still fair, when he arose,
Beside her withered leaves and snows?
He would have laughed to breathe the tale
Of this crazed stranger's love, I fear,
To moon and rose and nightingale,
With courtly jewels glimmering near,
Into some lovely lady's ear.
Of this crazed stranger's love, I fear,
To moon and rose and nightingale,
With courtly jewels glimmering near,
Into some lovely lady's ear.
