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The lady she sleeps: oh! may her sleep
As it is lasting so be deep
No icy worms about her creep
I pray to God that she may lie
For ever with as calm an eye
That chamber chang'd for one more holy
That bed for one more melancholy
Far in the forest, dim and old
For her may some tall vault unfold
Against whose sounding door she hath thrown
In childhood, many an idle stone
Some tomb, which oft hath flung its back
And vampire-winged panels back
Flutt'ring triumphant o'er the palls
Of her old family funerals

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