S.H.D. Commonplace Book (16:35:1),
Martha Dickinson Bianchi Collection,
John Hay Library, Brown University Libraries
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When death shall poise his white
fingers upon my brow
When my eyes shall be forever
closed to all living beauty
Let me choose all you to
Whom I may be dear
A tomb in the sunshine near the
Infinite and restless sea
When my eyes shall be not as
now
To this[?] all living beauty
Let me for Chosen all so dear to me
A tomb in the sun bordering the sea
Great in infinity
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