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Death sets a thing significant / The eye had hurried by, / Except a perished creature / Entreat us tenderly
To ponder little workmanships / In crayon or in wool, / With "This was last her fingers did,"
Industrious until
The thimble weighed too heavy, / The stitches stopped themselves, / And then 't was put among the dust / Upon the closet shelves.
A book I have, a friend gave, / Whose pencil, here and there, / Had notched the place that pleased him, -- / At rest his fingers are.
Now, when I read, I read not, / For interrupting tears / Obliterate the etchings / Too costly for repairs.