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The Bibelot
VOLUME I
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From The Bibelot, A Reprint of Poetry and Prose for Book Lovers, chosen in part from scarce editions and sources not generally known, Volume I, Testimonial Edition, Edited and Originally Published by Thomas B. Mosher, Portland, Maine; Wm. Wise & Co.; New York; 1904; p. 6.
MY silks and fine array,
My smiles and languished air,
By love are driven away;
And mournful lean Despair
Brings me yet to deck my grave:
Such end true lovers have.
His face is fair as heaven
When springing buds unfold;
Oh why to him was’t given
Whose heart is wintry cold?
His breast is love’s all-worshipped tomb,
Where all love’s pilgrims come.
Bring me an axe and spade,
Bring me a winding-sheet;
When I my grave have made,
Let winds and tempests beat:
Then down I’ll lie, as cold as clay,
True love doth pass away!