In every life poor body earns its own evil,
some promised blow or sickness that will be final;
hungrily searching, poor body gets killed.
A long romance curves down toward that marriage-
a radiant virus, a processional fever.
Hear the peals of reunion in the broken-hearted aged!
Somewhere in a hall, hear the bride hurry
toward a meeting of rapture to which all are bidden-
poor body, poor lover, in one grave buried.
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