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Went up a year this evening! I recollect it well! Amid no bells nor bravos The bystanders will tell! Cheerful, as to the village, Tranquil, as to repose, Chastened, as to the chapel, This humble tourist rose. Did not talk of returning, Alluded to no time When, were the gales propitious, We might look for him; Was grateful for the roses In life's diverse bouquet, Talked softly of new species To pick another day. WENT UP A YEAR THIS EVENING I RECOLLECT IT WELL AMID NO BELLS NOR BRAVOS THE BYSTANDERS WILL TELL CHEERFUL AS TO THE VILLAGE TRANQUIL AS TO REPOSE CHASTENED AS TO THE CHAPEL THIS HUMBLE TOURIST ROSE DID NOT TALK OF RETURNING ALLUDED TO NO TIME WHEN WERE THE GALES PROPITIOUS WE MIGHT LOOK FOR HIM WAS GRATEFUL FOR THE ROSES IN LIFE'S DIVERSE BOUQUET TALKED SOFTLY OF NEW SPECIES TO PICK ANOTHER DAY
stones achase, Than, moonless, one's own self encounter In lonesome place. Ourself, behind ourself concealed, Should startle most; Assassin, hid in our apartment, Be horror's least. The prudent carries a revolver, He bolts the door, O'erlooking a superior spectre More near. XXX. VANISHED. She died, -- this was the way she died; And when her breath was done, Took up her simple wardrobe And started for the sun. Her little figure at the gate The angels must have spied, Since I could never find her Upon the mortal side. XXXI. PRECEDENCE. Wait till the majesty of Death Invests so mean a brow! Almost a powdered footman Might dare to touch it now! Wait till in everlasting robes This democrat is dressed, Then prate about "preferment" And "station" and the rest! Around this quiet courtier Obsequious angels wait! Full royal is his retinue, Full purple is his state! A lord might dare to lift the hat To such a modest clay, Since that my Lord, "the Lord of lords" Receives unblushingly! XXXII. GONE. R THROUGH AN ABBEY GALLOP THE STONES ACHASE THAN MOONLESS ONE'S OWN SELF ENCOUNTER IN LONESOME PLACE OURSELF BEHIND OURSELF CONCEALED SHOULD STARTLE MOST ASSASSIN HID IN OUR APARTMENT BE HORROR'S LEAST THE PRUDENT CARRIES A REVOLVER HE BOLTS THE DOOR O'ERLOOKING A SUPERIOR SPECTRE MORE NEAR THIRTY VANISHED SHE DIED THIS WAS THE WAY SHE DIED AND WHEN HER BREATH WAS DONE TOOK UP HER SIMPLE WARDROBE AND STARTED FOR THE SUN HER LITTLE FIGURE AT THE GATE THE ANGELS MUST HAVE SPIED SINCE I COULD NEVER FIND HER UPON THE MORTAL SIDE THIRTY ONE PRECEDENCE WAIT TILL THE MAJESTY OF DEATH INVESTS SO MEAN A BROW ALMOST A POWDERED FOOTMAN MIGHT DARE TO TOUCH IT NOW WAIT TILL IN EVERLASTING ROBES THIS DEMOCRAT IS DRESSED THEN PRATE ABOUT PREFERMENT AND STATION AND THE REST AROUND THIS QUIET COURTIER OBSEQUIOUS ANGELS WAIT FULL ROYAL IS HIS RETINUE FULL PURPLE IS HIS STATE A LORD MIGHT DARE TO LIFT THE HAT TO SUCH A MODEST CLAY SINCE THAT MY LORD THE LORD OF LORDS RECEIVES UNBLUSHINGLY THIRTY TWO GONE
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