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EPITAPH by JOHN FREEMAN

First Line: INTO THE DUST A SPIRIT SANK LIKE DEW
Last Line: AND STORMY JOY AND AN ECSTATIC PAIN.
Subject(s): DEATH; EPITAPHS; DEAD, THE;
INTO the dust a spirit sank like dew,
From dust to be exhaled like air again.
Meanwhile brief darkness and sun's broken light,
And stormy joy and an ecstatic pain.



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