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88 Cease to importune me. Farewell till evening. I cannot come forth—will not"

"'Tis too late. Know'st thou for what I pray thee? Throw some twig; No, no, thou hast no flowers. From thy garments A thread, or from thy tresses cast a lock; Or throw a pebble from thy prison walls. To-day I wish—all may not see to-morrow. I would to-day have some remembrance of thee, That lay this very morn upon thy breast, And which a tear shall glow on, lately shed. For I would lay it on my heart in death, And bid the gift farewell with my last breath. I must die shortly, swiftly, suddenly! Well die together! Dost thou see that shot-hole? There will I dwell. Each morning for a sign, I'll hang a black cloth on the balcony. And at the grate each evening place a lamp. There gaze thou steadfast. Throw I down the cloth. Or if the lamp expires before its time. Close thou thy window. I maybe return not. Farewell, beloved!"