To Man Who Goes Seeking Immortality Bidding Him Look Nearer Home.

Adelaide Crapsey

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Too far afield thy search. Nay, turn. Nay, turn.

At thine own elbow potent Memory stands,

Thy double, and eternity is cupped

In the pale hollow of those ghostly hands.

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