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Within my dark and narrow bed	A
I rested well new laid	B
I heard above my fleshless head	A
The grinding of a spade	B
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A gruffer note ensued and grew	C
To harsh and harsher strains	D
The poet Welcker then I knew	C
Was 'snatching' my remains	D
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'O Welcker let your hand be stayed	B
And leave me here in peace	E
Of your revenge you should have made	B
An end with my decease '	-
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'Hush Mouldyshanks and hear my moan	F
I once as you're aware	G
Was eminent in letters known	F
And honored everywhere	G
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'My splendor made all Berkeley bright	H
And Sacramento blind	I
Men swore no writer e'er could write	H
Like me if I'd a mind	I
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'With honors all insatiate	I
With curst ambition smit	I
Too far alas I tempted fate	I
I published what I'd writ	I
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'Good Heaven with what a hunger wild	I
Oblivion swallows fame	J
Men who have known me from a child	I
Forget my very name	J
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'Even creditors with searching looks	K
My face cannot recall	L
My heaviest one he prints my books	K
Oblivious most of all	L
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'O I should feel a sweet content	I
If one poor dun his claim	J
Would bring to me for settlement	I
And bully me by name	J
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'My dog is at my gate forlorn	M
It howls through all the night	I
And when I greet it in the morn	M
It answers with a bite '	-
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'O Poet what in Satan's name	J
To me's all this ado	I
Will snatching me restore the fame	J
That printing snatched from you '	-
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'Peace dread Remains I'm not about	I
To do a deed of sin	N
I come not here to hale you out	I
I'm trying to get in '	-

Ambrose Bierce

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