The coffins of lead were lying sound asleep,
And the lead flowers and the funeral clothes -
I stood alone in the vault... and there was wind...
And the wreaths of lead creaked.
Upturned my lead beloved lay asleep
On the lead flower... and I began to call -
I stood alone by the corpse... and it was cold...
And the wings of lead drooped.
-1916
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