Here lies youth
Separated
From the flesh
That it hated.
Do not wonder.
Hold back
Idle questions
Which must lack
Edge to pierce
Or power to swerve
Death from
His cold reserve.
Do not pity,
Do not pray,
Merely look
And turn away
From a shell,
A useless thing
With soul gone forth
Adventuring.
(Edith Mirick)
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