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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
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20-Oct-2003 |
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