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Fragment: 'When a Lover Clasps His Fairest'

Published by Mrs. Shelley, "Poetical Works", 1839, 2nd edition.

1.
When a lover clasps his fairest,
Then be our dread sport the rarest.
Their caresses were like the chaff
In the tempest, and be our laugh
His despair—her epitaph! 
2.
When a mother clasps her child,
Watch till dusty Death has piled
His cold ashes on the clay;
She has loved it many a day—
She remains,—it fades away.