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Methought I
saw the grave where Laura lay,
Within that temple
where the vestal flame
Was wont to burn; and passing
by that way,
To see that buried dust of living fame,
Whose tomb fair Love and fairer Virtue kept,
All
suddenly I saw the Faery Queen;
At whose approach the
soul of Petrarch wept;
And from thenceforth those
Graces were not seen,
For they this Queen attended;
in whose stead
Oblivion laid him down on Laura's
hearse:
Hereat the hardest stones were seen to bleed,
And groans of buried ghosts the heavens did pierce, -
Where Homer's sprite did tremble all for grief,
And
cursed th' access of that celestial thief.
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