Bereaved of all, I went abroad

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Bereaved of all, I went abroad -
No less bereaved was I
Upon a New Peninsula -
The Grave preceded me -

Obtained my Lodgings, ere myself -
And when I sought my Bed -
The Grave it was reposed upon
The Pillow for my Head -

I waked to find it first awake -
I rose - It followed me -
I tried to drop it in the Crowd -
To lose it in the Sea -

In Cups of artificial Drowse
To steep its shape away -
The Grave - was finished - but the Spade
Remained in Memory -