I've died tonight
And so did the yonder disrupting stars
And so did the tempest-tossed dust
That beared the texture of my heart
And so did the sounding sea
And I could only harvest
Her last, mournful elegy
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Death is painful. Harvesting last mournful elegy amazes mind entirely. This is thought provoking poem.10