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It's coming-the postponeless

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It's coming-the postponeless Creature-
It gains the Block-and now-it gains the Door-
Chooses its latch, from all the other fastenings-
Enters-with a "You know Me-Sir"?

Simple Salute-and certain Recognition-
Bold-were it Enemy-Brief-were it friend-
Dresses each House in Crape, and Icicle-
And carries one-out of it-to God-