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JUDGMENT
I drew aside the Future's veil
And saw upon his bier
The poet Whitman. Loud the wail
And damp the falling tear.
And saw upon his bier
The poet Whitman. Loud the wail
And damp the falling tear.
“He's dead—he is no more!” one cried,
With sobs of sorrow crammed;
“No more? He's this much more,” replied
Another: “he is damned!”
With sobs of sorrow crammed;
“No more? He's this much more,” replied
Another: “he is damned!”
1885.
| The collected works of Ambrose Bierce | |