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Come to My Grave Come to my grave when I am gone, And bend a moment there alone; It will not cost thee much of pain To trample on my heart again— Or, if it would, for ever stay Far distant from my mouldering clay: I would not wound thy breast to prove E'en its most deep, "remorse of love." The grave should be a shrine of peace Where all unkindly feelings cease;— Though thou wilt calmly gaze on mine I would not live the hour to see, Which doom'd my glance to rest on thine :— That moment's bitter agony Would bid the very life-blood start Back, and congeal around my heart!— Eliza Acton's other poems: ![]() Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1265 |
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