By secret pow'r, which none can spy,

The cold dust shall inform, and make

Those flames, though dead, new life partake

Whose warmth, help'd by your tears, shall bring

O'er all the tomb a sudden spring

Of crimson flowers, whose drooping heads

Shall curtain o'er their mournful beds:

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And on each leaf, by Heaven's command,

These emblems to the life shall stand

Two hearts, the first a shaft withstood;

The second, shot and wash'd in blood;

And on this heart a dew shall stay,

Which no heat can court away;

But fix'd for ever, witness bears

That hearty sorrow feeds on tears.

Thus Heaven can make it known, and true

That you kill'd me, 'cause I lov'd you.

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TO AMORET.

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