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TO ONE SHORTLY TO DIE.

1FROM all the rest I single out you, having a message
for you:
You are to die—Let others tell you what they please,
I cannot prevaricate,
I am exact and merciless, but I love you—There is no
escape for you.

2Softly I lay my right hand upon you—you just feel
it,
I do not argue—I bend my head close, and half-
envelop it,
I sit quietly by—I remain faithful,
I am more than nurse, more than parent or neighbor,
I absolve you from all except yourself, spiritual, bodily
—that is eternal,
(The corpse you will leave will be but excrementitious.)

3The sun bursts through in unlooked-for directions!
Strong thoughts fill you, and confidence—you smile!
You forget you are sick, as I forget you are sick,
You do not see the medicines—you do not mind the
weeping friends—I am with you,
I exclude others from you—there is nothing to be
commiserated,
I do not commiserate—I congratulate you.

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