Epitaph
Amy Levy
1861 to 1889
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(On a commonplace person who died in bed)
This ______ the end of him, here he lies:
The dust ______ his throat, the worm in his eyes,
The mould ______ his mouth, the turf on his breast;
This is ______ end of him, this is best.
He will never ______ on his couch awake,
Wide-eyed, tearless, till dim daybreak.
______ again will he smile and smile
When his heart ______ breaking all the while.
He will never stretch out ______ hands in vain
Groping and groping—never again.
Never ask ______ bread, get a stone instead,
Never pretend that the ______ is bread;
Nor sway and sway 'twixt the false ______ true,
Weighing and noting the long hours through.
Never ______ and ache with the choked-up sighs;
This is the ______ of him, here he lies.