Cupid Slain
I come from a burial; Hush! let me be: I have put away my love, Fair exceedingly. Ah! the little gold curls Soft about his face; Now my heart is sorrowful For his sleeping-place. But he would pursue me, Never let me rest; Till I turned and slew him, Knowing it were best. Laid his bow beside him, Shovelled in the clay; To-morrow Ill forget him; Let me weep to-day.
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