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POEMS OF EMILY BRONTË
'I saw him fall, I saw the gore
From his heart's fountain swell,
And mingling on the marble floor
His murderer's life-blood fell.
'And now, 'mid northern mountains lone
His desert grave is made;
And, Lady, of your love alone
Remains a mortal shade!'
September 1, 1841.
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