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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 -