O woe of mine for thy skin lost A pale reminder of what mine cost Wherefore the grave beneath thee, moon? Now art my love within the tomb? Without waxen flow’r upon thy throat Nor barren loveless soul to boast
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O woe of mine for thy skin lost A pale reminder of what mine cost Wherefore the grave beneath thee, moon? Now art my love within the tomb? Without waxen flow’r upon thy throat Nor barren loveless soul to boast