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this poem is about the loss of true love |
| When I am first gone Regard not my Death-Grin as a finished frown, Rather the Reaper's fashion ( a chilling twin ) In memory of you long above the living ground. When you are first gone My death be quite sudden as silence to sound, And only dust to ration The earthen quick. But alas, the eternal song to which I am bound Plays long for your passion Long after I'm gone .... |