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The Heart of a Woman and Other Poems/Posthumous

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POSTHUMOUS
Of what avail the tardy showers,To the famished summer flowers?All in vain the rain-drops cry,Dead things never make reply.
Life's belated cup of bliss,Woo the weary lips to kiss,When the singing is a sigh,Pulses quivering, to die.