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I weep those dead lips, white and dry,
On which no kisses lie,
Those eyes deserted of desire,
And love’s soft fire.
I weep the folded feet and hands,
Held fast in linen bands;
Still heart, cold breasts—for them my dole:
God hath the soul.

— Vance Thompson

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Variants

'has' for 'hath' (1915)

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Nature never says anything to a child. To read its message one must look at it with eyes already old.

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