May 16th 1886

I, and you, reviewed my final entertaining
For my ghost did not die, only the vessel – my sweet –
My infrared palm still blushes your cheek
Dearest, dapple soul, you show now whit weathering,
Don’t counter Her wheel, for it sows fresher wheat
Though admit your black veil cried sweeter in white.

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