Could save them from feeling faint.'
"Queen Corpse of my graveyard garden of girls,
Come hither, o'er carpets dun,
In your rust-red robe and you're soot-black pearls;
Queen, spectre, and corpse in one!
Shine out, corpse candles, above her curls,
And be the picture's sun!
"Oh, come! for I've managed to mix
A charnel-house-ish hue;
Oh, come! that your lord may fix