XXX
Ere I write, O epitaph!
In view of Childhood's stour,
Wherein thus I fell at birth-
Herein Lucid's hour.
Even though, in Senescent vile
My fey was imminent Death,
Wherein thus my future passed-
From first of breath.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
XXX
Ere I write, O epitaph!
In view of Childhood's stour,
Wherein thus I fell at birth-
Herein Lucid's hour.
Even though, in Senescent vile
My fey was imminent Death,
Wherein thus my future passed-
From first of breath.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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