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Alfred Austin - Sweet Love Is Dead
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Sweet Love is dead:
 Where shall we bury him?
 In a green bed,
 With no stone at his head,
 And no tears nor prayers to worry him.

 Do you think he will sleep,
 Dreamless and quiet?
 Yes, if we keep
 Silence, nor weep
 O`er the grave where the ground—worms riot.

 By his tomb let us part.
 But hush! he is waking!
 He hath winged a dart,
 And the mock—cold heart
 With the woe of want is aching.

 Feign we no more
 Sweet Love lies breathless.
 All we forswore
 Be as before;
 Death may die, but Love is deathless.
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