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THE PAIN
To-day, a little after four,
I heard behind me on the floor
The feet of Death approach my table.
I heard behind me on the floor
The feet of Death approach my table.
The killing pain was doubled; yet
His nod was dared, his eyes were met,
His hand was shaken off my shoulder.
His nod was dared, his eyes were met,
His hand was shaken off my shoulder.
I felt God close to me, and said,
“Dost thou demand my fallen head,
And is this Presence of Thy sending?”
“Dost thou demand my fallen head,
And is this Presence of Thy sending?”
I did not hear Him speak; but Death
Frowned as in rage, and caught his breath,
And left me livid at my table.
Frowned as in rage, and caught his breath,
And left me livid at my table.
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