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    There was a damned successful Poet;
    There was a Woman like the Sun.
    And they were dead. They did not know it.
    They did not know their time was done.
    They did not know his hymns
    Were silence; and her limbs,
    That had served Love so well,
    Dust, and a filthy smell.

    And so one day, as ever of old,
    Hands out, they hurried, knee to knee;
    On fire to cling and kiss and hold
    And, in the other's eyes, to see
    Each his own tiny face,
    And in that long embrace
    Feel lip and breast grow warm
    To breast and lip and arm.

    So knee to knee they sped again,
    And laugh to laugh they ran, I'm told,
    Across the streets of Hell...
    And then
    They suddenly felt the wind blow cold,
    And knew, so closely pressed,
    Chill air on lip and breast,
    And, with a sick surprise,
    The emptiness of eyes.

    And so one day, as ever of old,
    Hands out, they hurried, knee to knee;
    On fire to cling and kiss and hold
    And, in the other's eyes, to see
    Each his own tiny face,
    And in that long embrace
    Feel lip and breast grow warm
    To breast and lip and arm.

    Across the streets of Hell...
    And then
    They suddenly felt the wind blow cold,
    And knew, so closely pressed,
    Chill air on lip and breast,
    And, with a sick surprise,
    The emptiness of eyes.

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