Prepares your brittle substance
For the ethereal blow,
By fainter hammers, further heard,
Then nearer, then so slow
Your breath has time to straighten,
Your brain to bubble cool, --
Deals one imperial thunderbolt
That scalps your naked soul.
Heart, we will forget him!
You and I, to-night!
You may forget the warmth he gave,
I will forget the light.
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