Now More Than Ever Seems It Rich To Die

WEB To take into the air my quiet breath Now more than ever seems it rich to die To cease upon the midnight with no pain While thou art pouring forth thy soul. WEB 55 Now more than ever seems it rich to die 56 To cease upon the midnight with no pain 57 While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad. WEB Now more than ever seems it rich to die To cease upon the midnight with no pain While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy. And for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death Calld him soft names in many a mused rhyme To take into the air my quiet. And for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death Calld him soft names in many a mused rhyme To take into the air my quiet..


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