XXVII.

"Fair young man! thy thread of life is broken,

Human skill can bring no aid to thee.

There thou hast my chain--a ghastly token--

And this lock of thine I take with me.

Soon must thou decay,

Soon wilt thou be gray,

Dark although to-night thy tresses be.

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