sad scents
sad scents
in better days
these for content
and song in Life's vast
temple
meant
but now that Life's temple
vast
be ill with sickening
the sad scents do not pleasure yield
as withered flowers that once
beauty spread:
and now
and now
are laid on the marble tomb
for pity-prayers
and earth's womb.
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