FINIS
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Even for you I shall not weep When I at last, at last am dead, Nor turn and sorrow in my sleep Though you should linger overhead. Even of you I shall not dream Beneath the waving graveyard grass; One with the soul of wind and stream I shall not heed you if you pass. Even for you I would not wake, Too bitter were the tears I knew, Too dark the road I needs must take— The road that winds away from you. Rosamund Marriott Watson