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A LAMENT

In the twilight, silent smiled
All alone the daisy's eyelid,
Fringed with pink-tipped petals piled.
—In the morning 'twas no more;
In its place a gout of gore.
Break of day was break of heart,
Since, dear maiden, dead thou art.

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