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That odd old man is dead a year—
We miss his stated Hat.
'Twas such an evening bright and stiff
His faded lamp went out.

Who miss his antiquated Wick—
Are any hoar for him?
Waits any indurated mate
His wrinkled coming Home?

Oh Life, begun in fluent Blood
And consummated dull!
Achievement contemplating thee—
Feels transitive and cool.

Edited by Peter Carter

Added: 2 Apr 2003 | Last Read: 7 Jun 2025 4:56 PM | Viewed: 8009 times

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