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A cypress-bough, and a rose-wreath sweet,A wedding-robe, and a winding-sheet,A bridal bed and a bier.Thine be the kisses, maid,And smiling Love’s alarms;And thou, pale youth, be laidIn the grave’s cold arms.Each in his own charms,Death and Hymen both are here;So up with scythe and torch,And to the old church porch,While all the bells ring clear:And rosy, rosy the bed shall bloom,And earthy, earthy heap up the tomb.
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