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Life's Ode to Death
Orual

When, at length, I rest my eyes,
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And heed no more the sor’owing sighs,
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Of subjects with unworthy hands
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I dared to write so bold and grand.
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And when the candle’s light does glow,
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Casting shades from long ago,
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It’s in this time I consent to know--
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I know not what these words bestow.
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Upon the print, in ink still wet--
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A being that none in life forget,
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That haunts the alleys of empty streets,
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And steals away the last heartbeat,
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That walks in shroud and bears a crook,
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That all that breathed this air forsook,
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Their common lives to shed and flee,
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All so they may walk with thee.
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But where, oh Death, is now your sting?
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And do you not rejoice in spring?
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And why, oh Death, oh Satan’s spawn,
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Do you tarry here on Earth so long?
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Is it that you wish us still
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To be immortal? Nay! Thy will
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Is only that of a fickle child.
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And I am by you no more beguiled.
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3 Mar 07


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