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O thou tomb! O, thou tomb! be his beauty set in shade? * Hast

thou darkened that countenance all sheeny as the noon? O thou

tomb! neither earth nor yet heaven art to me * Then how cometh it

in thee are conjoined my sun and moon?

When I heard such verses as these rage was heaped upon my rage I

cried out:-Well away! how long is this sorrow to last? and I

began repeating:-

O thou tomb! O thou tomb! be his horrors set in blight? * Hast

thou darkened his countenance that sickeneth the soul? O thou

tomb! neither cess pool nor pipkin art to me * Then how cometh it

in thee are conjoined soil and coal?