Deep sunk in sleep the coffins lay - of lead-
And leaden flowers - and funereal gear -
I in the tomb alone - and I could hear
A wind that blew - Loud screeched the crowns of lead.
Half-turned, deep sunk in sleep my love of lead
On leaden flowers - and I could not hold
A cry to call the dead- and I was cold -
Alone I stood - Low drooped its wings of lead.
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