English poem
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by Adolf Wolff (1882–1940)
It was a sepulchre I have been wooing: Fair to behold was she and seeming warm, But deep within as cold as death itself, And to love's fervent pleadings irresponsive; Aye, even as the tomb. Deaf to the voice of poetry and love, Alas! she's doubly deaf. It was a sepulchre I have been wooing.
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The original spelling was mostly preserved. A few obvious typographical errors were silently corrected.