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JULIA.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Behold this locket. This is the white hair

Of my Vespasian. This is the flower-of-love,

This amaranth, and beneath it the device

Non moritura. Thus my heart remains

True to his memory; and the ancient castle,

Where we have lived together, where he died,

Is dear to me as Ischia is to you.