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AN "IMMURATA" SISTER.
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Unrest the common heritage, the ban
Flung broadcast on all humankind, on all
  Who live; for living, all are bound to die:
That which is old, we know that it is man:
  These have no rest who sit and dream and sigh,
Nor have those rest who wrestle and who fall.


AN "IMMURATA" SISTER.
LIFE flows down to death; we cannot bind
That current that it should not flee:
Life flows down to death, as rivers find
The inevitable sea.

Men work and think, but women feel;
And so (for I'm a woman, I)
And so I should be glad to die
And cease from impotence of zeal,
And cease from hope, and cease from dread,
And cease from yearnings without gain,
And cease from all this world of pain,
And be at peace among the dead.

Hearts that die, by death renew their youth,
Lightened of this life that doubts and dies;
Silent and contented, while the Truth
Unveiled makes them wise.