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At Ease

Most wounds can Time repair;

But some are mortal these:

For a broken heart there is no balm,

No cure for a heart at ease

 

At ease, but cold as stone,

Though the Intellect spin on,

And the feat and practiced face may show

Nought of the life that is gone;

 

But smiles, as by habit taught,

And sighs, as by custom led;

And the soul is safe from damnation,

Since it is dead.

~Walter De la Mare

 

20-Oct-2003

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