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Andrew Macphail, comp.  The Book of Sorrow.  1916.
XXVI. Melancholy
Newborn Death
By Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828–1882)
AND thou, O Life, the lady of all bliss,
  With whom, when our first heart beat full and fast,
  I wandered till the haunts of men were pass’d,
And in fair places found all bowers amiss
Till only woods and waves might hear our kiss,        5
  While to the winds all thought of Death we cast:—
  Ah, Life! and must I have from thee at last
No smile to greet me and no babe but this?
Lo! Love, the child once ours; and Song, whose hair
  Blew like a flame and blossomed like a wreath;        10
And Art, whose eyes were worlds by God found fair;
  These o’er the book of Nature mixed their breath
With neck-twined arms, as oft we watched them there:
  And did these die that thou mightst bear me Death?

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