A little while (my life is almost set!)
  I fain would pause along the downward way,
  Musing an hour in this sad sunset-ray,
While, Sweet! our eyes with tender tears are wet:
A little hour I fain would linger yet.

A little while I fain would linger yet...

To die — takes just a little while —

They say it doesn't hurt —

It's only fainter — by degrees —

And then — it's out of sight —


A darker Ribbon — for a Day —

A Crape upon the Hat —

And then the...

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