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Gazing upon him now, severe and dead, / It seemed a curious thing that she had lain
Beside him many a night in that cold bed, / And that had been which would not be again.
From his desirous body the great heat
Was gone at last, it seemed, and the taut nerves
Loosened forever. Formally the sheet
Set forth for her today those heavy curves
And lengths familiar as the bedroom door.
She was as one who enters, sly, and proud, / To where her husband speaks before a crowd, / And sees a man she never saw before-
The man who eats his victuals at her side, / Small, and absurd, and hers: for once, not hers, / unclassified.