You will not look for beauty here
In this form, graceless and uncouth;
And yet the mountain of her flesh
Covers the frame-work of her youth.
Her not ill-natured eye which now
In cushions pendulous, is hid,
Is still the eye which sparkled once
From under an enticing lid.
Pity her who is but in fact
A grossly builded sepulchre;
Whose flesh is now a heavy shroud
To hold the buried youth of her.
(Edith Mirick)
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