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Elegy
- two years and change thence
- shilling, half-crown, sixpence
- eight hundred days, more or less
- eight hundred and one, but I digress
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- came the shadow across the sun
- came the omen of things undone
- and I in my private hell waited
- and waited, and waited
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- until the ceremony of death done
- - surely that shadow falls across the sun! -
- and cold into cold earth went
- cold flesh in coffer spent
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- 'til the last note of the last song
- the books closed, the peals rung
- and the dust of deep time was spread
- as though 'twere a pillow for your head
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- all this watched without seeing
- the life lived without being
- I to my own private hell retreated
- and retreated, and entreated
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- that the words would come again
- the voice ring loud and plain
- and that the death the each died that day
- would be like unto the husk, and fall away
- and fall away.
in memoriam WRT
(November, 2000)
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