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The Dead

And the dead sleep on, sleep on…Gothic Victorian ballad illustrated with an antique and possible postmortem photograph of a young woman clutching bouquet.

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Deception The year fades, as the west wind sighs, And droops in many-colored ways, But your soft presence never dies From out the pathway of my days. The spring is where you are; but still You, far away, to me can bring Sweet flowers and dreams enough to fill A thousand empty worlds with spring. I walk the wet and leafless woods, Your spirit ever floats before, And lights its russet solitudes With blossoms summer never wore. I sit beside my lonely fire, The shadows almost bring your face, And light with memory and desire My dull and sombre...

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There’s a Green Grave in Ireland

There’s a green grave in Ireland, Where my heart lies buried deep; Where Mary, my fond sweetheart, Rests in her dreamless sleep: We loved when both our hearts were young, And hope throbbed in each breast; But nevermore has hope been mine Since Mary sank to rest! I’ve lived through many weary years, Since on that summer morn Sweet Mary gave her farewell kiss And left me all forlorn: I hear her sweet voice calling me, I have not long to stay; Bright hope will once again be mine When death bids me away! There’s a green grave in...

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