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Bereaved of all, I went abroad - 
No less bereaved was I
Upon a new Peninsula - 
The Grave preceded me - 

Obtained my Lodgings, ere myself - 
And when I sought my Bed - 
The Grave it was reposed upon
The Pillow for my Head - 

I waked to find it first awake - 
I rose - It followed me - 
I tried to drop it in the Crowd - 
To lose it in the Sea - 

In Cups of artificial Drowse
To steep its shape away - 
The Grave - was finished - but the Spade
Remained in Memory -

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