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NO FUNERAL GLOOM, MY DEARS, WHEN I AM GONE by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM

Last Line: AND SO, TO WHERE I WAIT, COME GENTLY ON

No funeral gloom, my dears, when I am gone,
Corpse-gazing, tears, black raiment, graveyard grimness;
Think of me as withdrawn into the dimness,
Yours still, you mine; remember all the best
Of our past moments, and forget the rest;
And so, to where I wait, come gently on.




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