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POEMS. 439
THE LAST SONG OF THE LONELY ONE.
Fat, gentle snow, fall deep;
Make cold my place of sleep: ‘
The heart that’s burning here
Longs for the coolness there.
And when I sleep below,
Fall faster still, kind snow;
No one will mourn for me,
Then hide me deep in thee.
For oh! no mother will
Kneel at the lonely hill,
Nor any father know
Where I am laid so low.
Ah me! no sister dear
Will give my grave a tear;
And there no brother’s grief
Will ever seek relief ;
And not a single friend
Will ever o’er it bend,
And in remembrance throw
A. flower on the snow.
And he who was my all,
His footstep there may fall:
Woe ’s me! for by his side
She walks,—his chosen bride
Fall, icy snow, fall deep :
Make doubly cold my sleep:
The heart, now burning sore,
When frozen, fee!s no more.
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