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FINIS ...Having dug out treachery beneath me I end something of life in ending mecum-vade, Made up of a hundred pearls threaded Logically, shed tear into tear. Halt the pen before... before... The impatient reader stops : Quietly I shut my notebook, like a cell-door - - * Similarly, a botanist having his herbarium full (When from the lowly moss the tiniest petal Whispers about the deaths of creatures) and wanting To sign the frontispiece... writes... mortal! |