O, woe doth claim both my salt-sunken eyes.
Her feverish frame didst fill me with dread.
Buried in earth, but with heavenly sighs,
My love, Adelaide, lies solemn and dead.
Eros didst strike us--a pair, enamored.
Cherished her vibrant beauty, her plain grace.
But Hades filched Love's knot. Rotten! Severed!
Ne'er shall her kisses sweet nor her embrace
Enrapture me. Those lips are now long cold.
'Tis Love's cruel defeat--O, dear Adelaide!
Her wondrous, bright visage I shan't behold.
In th' grave Love's creatures shall slowly fade.
But gazeth, I will, to heaven above,
Where this day I shall see my sole soul-love.
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