“
Death is not in dying,
But the unfeeling
Heart when the winds are crying;
Is a cancer, stealing
Over the bright eyes, glazing
That mirrored plunder,
Once a bright flame, blazing
The world’s true wonder.
Death is not in dying,
but in forgoing
Beauty: the white clouds flying,
The swift tides flowing.
That is the real death, leaving
The heart unstirred,
Feeling no pain of grieving,
No singing bird.
(Douglas Gibson)”
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