| Villanelle of Acheron |
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By the pale marge of Acheron,
Methinks we shall pass restfully,
Beyond the scope of any sun.
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There all men hie them one by one,
Far from the stress of earth and sea,
By the pale marge of Acheron.
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’Tis well when life and love is done,
’Tis very well at last to be,
Beyond the scope of any sun.
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No busy voices there shall stun
Our ears: the stream flows silently
By the pale marge of Acheron.
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There is the crown of labour won,
The sleep of immortality,
Beyond the scope of any sun.
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Life, of thy gifts I will have none,
My queen is that Persephone,
By the pale marge of Acheron,
Beyond the scope of any sun.
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