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An Elegy For Myself
Dead are my eyes on the pyre ablaze,
Comes not even a tear to kiss,
Nor does any tender caress.
Alas! My love found no fruitition...
Burn I alone, all along,
The fire sighs a sullen dirge,
Mumbles away smoke in melancholy
And Muffled are all moans now,
The voices have hushed.
But smouldering still in a chill flame,
Are my bones! !
Bare and black they lie,
Oh! How forceless and lifeless!
Long before death had even struck,
My heart died a silent death,
Choking in a smoke of discontentment
Died it ...