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Time is so long when a man is dead!
Some one sews; and the room is made / Very clean; and the light is shed / Soft through the window-shade.
Yesterday I thought: "I know / Just how the bells will sound, and how / The friends will talk, and the sermon go, / And the hearse-horse bow and bow!"
This is to-day; and I have no thing / To think of -- nothing whatever to do / But to hear the throb of the pulse of a wing / That wants to fly back to you.