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When you shall close these eyes of mine to light, Oh kiss them long--for all that love afire May hope to give they shall have given you In that last look of ultimate desire.

Beneath the moveless glow of candle light, Oh lean to them your face so fain and brave That on them be impressed this sight alone That they shall keep forever in the grave.

And may I feel, before the tomb is mine, Upon the pure, white bed our hands that seek Each other once again, and near my head Feel for the last time repose your cheek;

And know that I shall go away with heart Burning still for you so passionately That even through the mute and stony earth The dead themselves shall feel its ardency!