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Show NEW POEMS. LULLABY OF DEATH. By Klohard Lo Galllenne. Vain, all In vain! O Love, thou doest not hoar; Thou art too loat in sleep to "jvake again; In my vain song, in vain the failing tear, Vain, all in vain! For any mortal music wo can make Sho, will not wake again till Gabriel sings; My lute and I, with those heart-broken strings, She will not wake. Sleep then, ah! sleep if slumber be thy will; H We would not vox thee, though we needs must weep; Of slumber everlasting take thy fill Sleep then, all, sleep. JB The Papyrus. |