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WHAT curious things we said, / What curious things we did / Up there in the world we walked till dead / Our kith and kin amid!
How we played at love, / And its wildness, weakness, woe; / Yes, played thereat far more than enough / As it turned out, I trow!
Played at believing in gods / And observing the ordinances, / I for your sake in impossible codes / Right ready to acquiesce.
Thinking our lives unique, / Quite quainter than usual kinds, / We held that we could not abide a week / The tether of typic minds.
-Yet people who day by day / Pass by and look at us / From over the wall in a casual way / Are of this unconscious.
And feel, if anything, / That none can be buried here / Removed from commonest fashioning, / Or lending note to a bier:
No twain who in heart-heaves proved / Themselves at all adept, / Who more than many laughed and loved, / Who more than many wept,
Or were as sprites or elves / Into blind matter hurled, / Or ever could have been to themselves / The centre of the world.