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Oh many many thus have died alas	A
Children poor things The grave will have its prey	B
Some flowers must still be mown down with the grass	A
And in life's wild quadrille the dancers gay	B
Must trample here and there a weak one in their way	B
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Yes thus it is After the day the night	C
A night that has no waking Who shall tell	D
A joyous crowd sits down to feast aright	C
But always some one guest where all seemed well	D
Gets up and leaves his chair and hears the passing bell	D
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I have seen many go cheeks rosy pink	E
And blue eyes wide as if entranced with song	F
And forms so frail it seemed that on death's brink	E
A bird had bent the branch to which it clung	G
So frail the body was the tyrant soul so strong	F
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One knew I who in her delirium	H
Uttered a name which troubled all around	C
And then like a lost chaunt for ever dumb	H
She left us smiling In her breast we found	C
Some faded violets hid by a blue ribbon bound	C
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Poor flowers poor souls and only born to die	C
Fair fledglings torn untimely from their nest	C
Halcyons our Earth had borrowed from the sky	C
For one short Spring and then as if confessed	C
Unworthy that high charge given back to Heaven's breast	C
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Such have I known and such alas was one	I
Whom now I picture sadly here Her eyes	J
Had gleams where April's fitful beauty shone	K
I know not why she heaved so many sighs	J
She was sixteen perhaps and cared not to be wise	J
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Yet think not it was love that was her death	L
Love had no song for her of any tone	K
Her heart had never beat too fast for brerth	L
Though all men called her pretty there was none	I
To whisper that soft fable in her ear alone	K
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No It was dancing dancing which she loved	C
Beyond all else that caused her thus to die	C
Her very dust methinks by night is moved	C
When the pale moon beneath heaven's canopy	M
Holds revel with the clouds in the quick circling sky	C
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Balls she adored Each evening that she danced	C
She thought three days and dreamed three nights of it	C
And visions brave where goblin partners pranced	C
Beset her pillows till she could not sit	C
Still in her bed but she must rise and dance a bit	C
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By night and day her fancy framed the sight	C
Of scarves and flowers and ribbons bright as noon	N
And jewels gleaming with unearthly light	C
And skirts of gossamer in wild festoon	N
And lace like spiders' webs of spiders in the moon	N
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When the ball opened she was first to come	H
With her proud father honest gentleman	I
Like a little mouse she ran about the room	O
Oh how she frowned and rattled with her fan	P
And beat her pretty foot until the dance began	P
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It did us good to see her dance Her feet	C
Twinkled like stars in a dark firmament	C
They moved so fast they made our pulses beat	C
Lest those frail laces should be overspent	C
And the white satin shoes be whirled away or rent	C
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She was all movement laughter and mad joy	Q
Child How we followed her with our sad eyes	J
Forgetful of the fever and annoy	Q
And rush and dust and nameless miseries	R
The punishment of souls too proud or sad or wise	J
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But she borne off upon her pleasure's wing	S
Whirled round and round She never stopped for breath	L
She seemed to drink the fiddler's fiddling in	T
She seemed to smell the flowers of every wreath	L
To dance with every step the dancers danced beneath	L
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'Twas joy to her to leap and bound along	F
To feel as though she had a thousand feet	C
To grow so giddy in the turning throng	F
She knew not where she was Her heart so beat	C
She could not see the chairs to find herself a seat	C
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Alas alas that ever morn should come	H
On such sweet nights Alas that she must stand	C
Those hours of woe in the chill waiting room	O
Oh often ere the coach was at command	C
The dawn had touched her shoulders with its naked hand	C
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'Tis ever a sad waking the next day	C
No laughter now but only a dull cough	U
The crumpled dresses have been put away	C
Pleasure is dead and there stands Pleasure's scoff	V
Fever with cheeks all red and tongue all white and rough	W
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She died at sixteen happy loved by all	X
Died as she left off dancing All of us	Y
Wore mourning long in token of that ball	X
She died upon the threshold of the house	Z
In her white robe and wreath and sable lined burnous	Z
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Death took her thus that she might ever be	M
Dressed for new dancing When she wakes again	A2
She shall be ready for Eternity	M
And if in Heaven such raptures are not vain	B2
Shall tread fair measures still to seraph angels' strain	B2

Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

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