I oft curse time’s disparity,
As I stand near your grave.
Now that you lie among humus,
What is it that I crave?
I long for the mighty hourglass,
Summon the raven hard.
Let us share the slender cypress,
Let same be the yard.
Angel raven spared both my eyes
To see clasped hands around;
To have our betrothal beneath,
When white lilies are found.
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