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may give for love to death Little; what are life's gifts worth To the dead wrapt round with earth? Yet from lips of living breath Sighs or words we are fain to give, All that yet, while yet we live, Life may give for love to death.

Dead so long before his day, Passed out of the Italian sun To the dark where all is done, Fallen upon the verge of May,