After great pain,a formal feeling comes-- The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs-- The stiff Heart questions was it He, that bore, And Yesterday, or Centuries before?
The Feet,mechnical,go around-- Of Ground, or Air, or Ought-- A Wooden way Regardless grown, A Quartz contentment, like a stone--
This is the Hour of Lead-- Remembered, if outlived, As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow-- First-Chill-then Stupor-then the letting go--
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