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WHAT SHE SAID IN HER TOMB.

OW, at last, I lie asleep
 Where no morrows break,—
Why take heed to tread so soft?
 Fear you lest I wake?

Time there was when I was red
 As a rose in June
With the kisses of your lips,—
 Ah, they failed me soon.

Now they would not warm my mouth
 Though they fell like rain:
I am marble, dear; and they
 Marble cannot stain.