Why widows weep in the long night
And borrowed loves creep in the dark shades
Shall not be known till bishops move
And the vague dollies sing the wide halls
And wear their gowns for the long dead.
Why Brides of Christ kiss the tombed feet
And the mighty Gents filter their lying dreams
Shall not be known till vipers brood in the sun’s death
And the nightly girls sing for their supper
In the dim days of their youth and blush
And the bright boys sail in their ships
To the endless end of their days.


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