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I cannot tell his story He was one	A
To whom the riddle of our human life	B
Was strangely put and who because of that	C
And that he could not read it died But a short hour	D
Before he passed the woman who stood by	E
Weeping as once she had wept to see him born	F
Tired with her watching looked into his face	G
And saw the heavy eyelids dropping down	H
Loaded with sleep And she for all her tears	I
Bent for the hundredth time to ease his bed	J
And as she almost touched him smoothing out	K
The ruffled pillows close into her ear	L
He whispered never lifting up his eyes	M
No matter now I shall be soon asleep ''	N
And then as if he would pursue the thought	O
A little way as once he loved to do	P
And yet too weak to catch it he went on	Q
And what a trouble it has been to keep	R
This pillow smooth And in a little while	S
It will not want another touch and then	T
This aching head of mine will have done with thought	O
Thought Thought '' But loud the aged woman sobbed	U
Poor soul poor gentleman '' So they remained	V
For a brief space the goodwife standing there	W
Knotting her wrinkled hands and he hard by	E
Upon the bed and breathing heavily	X
For he seemed sunk again in that dull trance	Y
Through which men often pass away from life	B
When death as the lion does has shaken his prey	Z
And he lies numb and dumb and powerless	A2
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She listened He was telling slowly over	D
The names of those whom he had loved in youth	B2
Many were strange to her and then there came	C2
One she knew well She started at the sound	D2
She had not heard for years and bending near	E2
Heard him repeat it twice She whispered hoarsely	X
Have you no word for her '' yet stopped again	T
Because his eyes were open Doubtingly	X
They wandered to her own and seemed to say	Z
Who and what is it that you ask '' And she	X
Spoke it again He seemed to catch the name	C2
And said it after her but like a child	F2
Which knows not what it speaks and afterwards	G2
Ah Bridget I have quite forgot that story	X
And now in half an hour it is not long	H2
I shall have clean forgotten the name too ''	-
She cried Oh Sir it is a life too late	I2
Would God you had forgot it long ago ''	-
	-
The tears stole slowly down her withered cheeks	J2
And fell upon his hands She did not move	K2
While he went murmuring on 'Tis very well	X
Thus to forget And what a wonder too	P
It now is'' and there came a sudden light	L2
Into his eyes that one should ever care	W
To recollect a single day of life	B
I used to think and plan and plot and scheme	M2
How I might build my life in such a way	Z
That I should take fine memories to my grave	N2
And now what a small matter 'tis to know	O2
How the years went when death in half an hour	D
Is all that is left of them No matter now	P2
But only to sleep sound in any bed	J
And have no dreams '' His eyes grew dim again	T
As he ceased speaking And the woman knew	P
That he was dying He is gone '' she said	J
And then she started muttering half aloud	Q2
They cannot pass without the sacraments	R2
These gentle folks '' And so she hurried out	K
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The dying man smiled When they came again	T
She whispered in his ear and looking down	H
Saw him still smiling so she lit in haste	S2
A candle by the bed and knelt aside	T2
They put the holy oils upon his hands	U2
Which closed upon the fingers of the priest	V2
The priest bent over him and laid his ear	L
To the half open mouth and presently	X
Thinking he heard some words gave absolution	A
But when they would have gone on with the rest	W2
They found that he was dead They buried him	X2
With some small pomp to comfort the old dame	C2
Who said her master was a gentleman	A
And must be followed with a mourning coach	Y2
And mutes and weepers There was no one else	Z2
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His name is cut upon a stone His dreams	A3
Were written on Time's hem and Time has fled	J
And taken him and them The grass is green	B3
Upon his grave I cannot doubt he sleeps	C3

Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

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