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Perisht along wi' thyself forthright all joys we enjoyèd,
Douce joys fed by thy love during the term of our days;
Whom now art tombed so far nor 'mid familiar pavestones
Nor wi' thine ashes stored near to thy kith and thy kin,
But in that Troy obscene, that Troy of ill-omen, entombèd
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Holds thee, an alien earth-buried in uttermost bourne.
Thither in haste so hot ('tis said) from allwhere the Youth-hood
Grecian, farèd in hosts forth of their hearths and their homes,