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<h3><SPAN name="XV" id="XV"></SPAN>XV</h3>
<h3><i>Love and Death</i></h3>
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<span class="i0">I can believe that my Beloved dies,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">That all her virtue, all her youth shall fail,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">And life, her rosy life, grow cold and pale,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">To bloom again in braver Paradise.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">I must believe that death shall close her eyes,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">And hold her heart beyond a heavy veil,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Where silences surround her spirit frail<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And waste the form where all my loving lies.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">Ah, God! but no. And is my love so weak?<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Her heart may pause, may falter and grow still,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">But not her laugh, the color in her cheek—<br/></span>
<span class="i4">That may not fade; the catch that lifts her breath,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Sobbing against my heart. Essay your will—<br/></span>
<span class="i4">These are too dear to fill <i>your</i> grave, O Death!<br/></span></div>
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