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 My living child lay lifelessly! And all your horrible vampire life With his precious blood were rife! If your false innocence but rave Over a murdered infant's grave! And all his wondrous soul blown out, Your idiot salt billows flout My child's pale corpse within your cave! And this the end of him who lent Blue heaven to my dull firmament! Of him, whose holy opening flower Claimed eternity for dower! Who from our green lowly sod With wee white hands reached up to God, Yea, talked familiarly with Him, As with myself, ere earth grew dim With his strange silence, and the loss That stole from beauty all her gloss, And charm for ever! left the world A faded mouldering banner furled, Once thundering glorious, impearled, Aflame with morning! Mockery! Break me! or drown me! let me die! Curse your fair bodies with no heart! Ah me! Alas! When I depart, Shattered upon your iron rocks, Stifled in wild watershocks, Shall I not find within the gloom,