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Excerpt from On the Death of Madonna Laura
AH me, that the dreamy look, the way She had of carrying her little head! And oh, her mice, the mortal things it said That hound me now and have me for their prey! And oh, her laughter, like a Shower in May, Let me not think on that: would that the bed Where it is quenched held me - would I were dead! The world grows dark, my dull feet go astray. 0 you, the half of every breath I draw, For I was yours - you hear that phrase? The words Like a great wheel, turn on my breast and grind And that last time (0 God, the wound is raw!) Her words went: Love, Love, Pleasure, like Spring birds Words that shriek by me now in Death's great wind.
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