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Isaac Leib Peretz

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The song that from the heart would spring
Is dead for want of echoing.
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In Alien Lands, translated by Leah W. Leonard.

 
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Thy beauty shall no more be found;
Nor, in thy marble vault shall sound
My echoing song; then worms shall try
That long preserved virginity,
And your quaint honor turn to dust,
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