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And yet it tasted like them all; The figures I have seen Set orderly, for burial, Reminded me of mine, As if my life were shaven And fitted to a frame, And could not breathe without a key; And 't was like midnight, some, When everything that ticked has stopped, And space stares, all around, Or grisly frosts, first autumn morns, Repeal the beating ground. AND YET IT TASTED LIKE THEM ALL THE FIGURES I HAVE SEEN SET ORDERLY FOR BURIAL REMINDED ME OF MINE AS IF MY LIFE WERE SHAVEN AND FITTED TO A FRAME AND COULD NOT BREATHE WITHOUT A KEY AND TWAS LIKE MIDNIGHT SUM WHEN EVERYTHING THAT TICKED HAS STOPPED AND SPACE STARES ALL AROUND OR GRISLY FROSTS FIRST AUTUMN MORNS REPEAL THE BEATING GROUND
rer drew; Hands bustled at the moorings -- The crowd respectful grew. Ascended from our vision To countenances new! A difference, a daisy, Is all the rest I knew! XXXIII. REQUIEM. Taken from men this morning, Carried by men to-day, Met by the gods with banners Who marshalled her away. One little maid from playmates, One little mind from school, -- There must be guests in Eden; All the rooms are full. Far as the east from even, Dim as the border star, -- Courtiers quaint, in kingdoms, Our departed are. XXXIV. What inn is this Where for the night Peculiar traveller comes? Who is the landlord? Where the maids? Behold, what curious rooms! No ruddy fires on the hearth, No brimming tankards flow. Necromancer, landlord, Who are these below? XXXV. It was not death, for I stood up, And all the dead lie down; It was not night, for all the bells Put out their tongues, for noon. It was not frost, for on my flesh I felt siroccos crawl, -- Nor fire, for just my marble feet Could keep a chancel cool. ING THUS THE WONDER THE WONDROUS NEARER DREW HANDS BUSTLED AT THE MOORINGS THE CROWD RESPECTFUL GREW ASCENDED FROM OUR VISION TO COUNTENANCES NEW A DIFFERENCE A DAISY IS ALL THE REST I KNEW THIRTY THREE REQUIEM TAKEN FROM MEN THIS MORNING CARRIED BY MEN TO DAY MET BY THE GODS WITH BANNERS WHO MARSHALLED HER AWAY ONE LITTLE MAID FROM PLAYMATES ONE LITTLE MIND FROM SCHOOL THERE MUST BE GUESTS IN EDEN ALL THE ROOMS ARE FULL FAR AS THE EAST FROM EVEN DIM AS THE BORDER STAR COURTIERS QUAINT IN KINGDOMS OUR DEPARTED ARE THIRTY FOUR WHAT INN IS THIS WHERE FOR THE NIGHT PECULIAR TRAVELLER COMES WHO IS THE LANDLORD WHERE THE MAIDS BEHOLD WHAT CURIOUS ROOMS NO RUDDY FIRES ON THE HEARTH NO BRIMMING TANKARDS FLOW NECROMANCER LANDLORD WHO ARE THESE BELOW THIRTY FIVE IT WAS NOT DEATH FOR I STOOD UP AND ALL THE DEAD LIE DOWN IT WAS NOT NIGHT FOR ALL THE BELLS PUT OUT THEIR TONGUES FOR NOON IT WAS NOT FROST FOR ON MY FLESH I FELT SUROCOS CRAWL NOR FIRE FOR JUST MY MARBLE FEET COULD KEEP A CHANCEL COOL
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