She died at play ' Gambolled away Her lease of spotted hours, Then sank as gaily as a Turk Upon a Couch of flowers. Her ghost strolled softly o'er the hill Yesterday, and today. Her vestments as the silver fleece - Her countenance, as spray. Emily '
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