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Stay,
Death,
Not mine the
Wherewith to charge thee and command:
I plead.
Most gently hold the
Of her thou leadest far away;
Fear thou to let her naked
Tread ashes--but let mosses
Her footing tempt, where'er ye stray.
Shun Orcus; win the moonlit
Belulled--the silent meadows lone,
Where never any leaf is
From lily-stem in Azrael's hand.
There, till her love rejoin her lowly(Pensive, a shade, but all her own)On honey feed her, wild and holy;
Or trance her with thy choicest charm.
And if, ere yet the lover's free,
Some added dusk thy rule decree--That shadow only let it
Thrown in the moon-glade by the palm.
Herman Melville
Herman Melville (August 1, 1819 – September 28, 1891) was an American novelist, short story writer, and poet of the American Renaissance period.
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