KidPhysique8
Bluelighter
Beloved, on a parchment white
With my heart's blood to thee I write;
My pen a dagger, sharp and clean,
Inlaid with golden damascene,
Which I have used, and not in vain,
To keep my honor free from stain.
Now, when our house its mourning wears,
Do not thy self give way to tears;
Instruct our eldest son that I
Was ever anxious thus to die,
For when Death comes the brave are free-
So in thy dreams remember me.
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...Quoth the Raver Nevermore.
With my heart's blood to thee I write;
My pen a dagger, sharp and clean,
Inlaid with golden damascene,
Which I have used, and not in vain,
To keep my honor free from stain.
Now, when our house its mourning wears,
Do not thy self give way to tears;
Instruct our eldest son that I
Was ever anxious thus to die,
For when Death comes the brave are free-
So in thy dreams remember me.
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...Quoth the Raver Nevermore.
