<h3><SPAN name="Posthumous_Remorse" id="Posthumous_Remorse"></SPAN>Posthumous Remorse</h3>
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Ah, when thou shalt slumber, my darkling love,<br/>
Beneath a black marble-made statuette,<br/>
And when thou'lt have nought for thy house or alcove,<br/>
But a cavernous den and a damp oubliette.<br/>
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When the tomb-stone, oppressing thy timorous breast,<br/>
And thy hips drooping sweetly with listless decay,<br/>
The pulse and desires of mine heart shall arrest,<br/>
And thy feet from pursuing their adventurous way,<br/>
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Then the grave, that dark friend of my limitless dreams<br/>
(For the grave ever readeth the poet aright),<br/>
Amid those long nights, which no slumber redeems<br/>
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'Twill query—"What use to thee, incomplete spright<br/>
That thou ne'er hast unfathomed the tears of the dead"?—<br/>
Then the worms will gnaw deep at thy body, like Dread.<br/></p>
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