An Elegy for A.S.
<p>You are not an aged man.</p>
<p>You are not a paltry thing.</p>
<p>You are not a tattered coat upon a stick.</p>
<p>Your soul clapped and sang</p>
<p>And louder sang</p>
<p>for every flaw in your mortal dress.</p>
<p>Once out of nature you will never take</p>
<p>your bodily form from any natural thing.</p>
<p>But such a thing as Grecian goldsmith’s make</p>
<p>Of hammered gold and gold enameling.</p>
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