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Sweet love, if death’s black net my mind shall cover And drape with doubly twining nets my heart, Be not the one to weep and cry, dear lover For never shall I from your essence, part. When you shall to your chambered bed, retire, I shall bear my embalming pinions Above your crest, so that when you shall tire, You’ll safely roam in dream’s dominions. When you shall wake before the morning’s charms, And bear upon your brain, renewéd thought, I shall enwrap you with my tender arms, Although you’ll feel them as the air and not As mortal flesh, but some unearthly ether, For, love, in life and death we’ll stay together. © 2014 Gleb Zavlanov