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Random Poem of the Day

1I laid the strewings, darling, on thine urn;
2I lowered the torch, I poured the cup to Dis.
3Now hushaby, my little child, and learn
4Long sleep how good it is.
5In vain thy mother prays, wayfaring hence,
6Peace to her heart, where only heartaches dwell;
7But thou more blest, O mild intelligence!
8Forget her, and Farewell.