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Latch To A GraveI am a Lord's attendant,A soldier's loyal kin, To my master dear, Companion to my king. A queen on me sometimes, Nobly, swears an oath. I hold in my possession, The latch to a grave. My tongue is firm, Yet oft I, to the poet, A loan of words Give for his verse. Faultless is my form, And noble is my cause, Yet in the hands of some Deathly is my touch |