Death cannot truly separate love
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From restless sleep, upon waking I scarcely recall
Last night's state of stupor induced me to slumber at all.
As heavy hearts go, mine was thy ship's anchor tow.
Tides waxed and waned, still affection between us did grow.
A brisk morning stroll lead me down to Wabash River bend.
'Twas upon frozen banks where I saw my love fall to her end.
There was no relief from my sorrow, though much did I seek.
No drink nor wild root, nor a kind word can still the heart's grief.
Now evenings pass, while ever more restless nights seen,
Where I dream of my lover, our hands entwined 'neath white oak tree.
Such fanciful visions fill the mind, I long to return.
So nightshade's foul berries upon my tongue... carried to her.