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But that will not the pow'r control
Of busy memory:

"For in the gay and noisy crowd,
A voice will whisper low;
'Go, look upon the darksome shroud,
That wraps thy Anna's brow.'

"And bid thee seek the lowly grave,
Where rests my mould'ring form;
Where cypresses their branches wave,
Where revels the cold worm.

"And thou wilt bow with grief and care,
Thy sad repentant head;
And vainly wish that thou could'st share
My dark and narrow bed.