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EPITAPH INSCRIBED TO RICHARD, WHO LOVES NOT THE SUBJECT.
      Here lies,
(Speak softly,) one who dropped away
As a ripe berry from the spray;
She ended nine lives in a day.

Just at the sunset, as a spark
Winked by the firelight, did her bark
Put forth into the unknown dark.