IN THE ASHES
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I left my horse, and idly, in the cold
Of that dull pyre with my gum-switch stirred.
It was no sob of shattered hopes I heard,
Dead leaf and chip that once were fairy gold!
No hieroglyph of graves in cinders spelled:
One quick sweet laugh was all the ashes held!
Of that dull pyre with my gum-switch stirred.
It was no sob of shattered hopes I heard,
Dead leaf and chip that once were fairy gold!
No hieroglyph of graves in cinders spelled:
One quick sweet laugh was all the ashes held!
