<h3 id="The_Dead_Bride">The Dead Bride</h3>
<p>WITHIN my circled arm she lay and faintly smiled the long night through,<br/>
And oh, but she was fair to view, fair to view!</p>
<p>Upon the whiteness of her robe the dew distilled, and on her veil<br/>
And on her cheek of carvéd pearl that gleamed so pale.</p>
<p>(How still the air is in the night, how near and kind the heavens are,<br/>
One might a naked hand outstretch and grasp a star!)</p>
<p>I kissed her heavy, folded hair. I kissed her heavy lids full oft;<br/>
Beneath the shining of the stars her eyes shone soft.</p>
<p>“Love, Love!” I said, “the day was long”—“Oh, long indeed,” she sighing said.<br/>
“I grow so jealous of the sun, since I am dead.”</p>
<p>(How sweet the air is in the night, how sweet, sweet, sweet the flowers seem—<br/>
But oh, the emptiness of dawn that breaks the dream!)</p>
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