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The freshness of the stirring air Lifted her curls of raven hair; Her head lay pillow'd on her arm, Sweetly, as if with life yet warm;— I kiss'd her lips: oh, God, the chill! My heart is frozen with it still:— It was as suddenly on me   Open'd my depths of misery. I flung me on the ground, and raved, And of the wind that past me craved One breath of poison, till my blood From lip and brow gush'd in one flood. I watch'd the warm stream of my veins Mix with the death wounds clotted stains; Oh! how I pray'd that I might pour My heart's tide, and her life restore!