 | The Complete Poems and Collected Letters of Adelaide Crapsey |  |
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To Man Who Goes Seeking Immortality Bidding Him Look Nearer Home.
Too far afield thy search. Nay, turn. Nay, turn.At thine own elbow potent Memory stands,
Thy double, and eternity is cupped
In the pale hollow of those ghostly hands.
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