The Haunted Hour - An Anthology by Various
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You know black beetles feel as much
As giants when they die. And if there is a bridal bed, Or bride of little worth, It's lying in a bed of mould, Along with Mother Earth. "Alas! Some happy, happy day, In church I hoped to stand, And like a muff of sable skin Receive your lily hand. But sternly with that piebald match, My fate untimely clashes; For now, like Pompey-double-i, I'm sleeping in my ashes! "And now farewell! a last farewell! I'm wanted down below, And have but time enough to add One word before I go-- In mourning crêpe and bombazine Ne'er spend your precious pelf; Don't go in black for me--for I Can do it for myself. "Henceforth within my grave I rest, But Death, who there inherits, Allowed my spirit leave to come, You seemed so near your spirits: But do not sigh, and do not cry, |
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