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 Sappho by Christina Rossetti 
						I sigh at day-dawn, and I sighWhen the dull day is passing by.
 I sigh at evening, and again
 I sigh when night brings sleep to men.
 Oh! it were far better to die
 Than thus forever mourn and sigh,
 And in death's dreamless sleep to be
 Unconscious that none weep for me;
 Eased from my weight of heaviness,
 Forgetful of forgetfulness,
 Resting from care and pain and sorrow
 Thro' the long night that knows no morrow;
 Living unloved, to die unknown,
 Unwept, untended, and alone.
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