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A tall woman, with her long white gown aflow / As she strode her limbs amongst it, once more / She hastened towards the room. Did she know / As she listened in silence outside the silent door? / Entering, she saw him in outline, raised on a pyre / Awaiting the fire.
Upraised on the bed, with feet erect as a bow, / Like the prow of a boat, his head laid back like the stern / Of a ship that stands in a shadowy sea of snow / With frozen rigging, she saw him; she drooped like a fern / Refolding, she slipped to the floor as a ghost-white peony slips / When the thread clips.