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Her"last Poems"
Poetsended
Silverperishedwith her Tongue
Not on Recordbubbled other,
Fluteor Woman
So divine
Not unto its SummerMorning
Robinuttered Half the Tune
Gushed too free for the Adoring
From the Anglo-Florentine
Latethe Praise
'Tis dullconferring
On the Head too High to Crown
Diademor Ducal Showing
Be its Gravesufficient sign
Noughtthat WeNo Poet's Kinsman
Suffocatewith easy woe
What, and if, Ourself a Bridegroom
Put Her downin Italy?