LIFE
XXVII
I’M nobody! Who are you?Are you nobody, too?Then there’s a pair of us—don’t tell!They’d banish us, you know.
How dreary to be somebody!How public, like a frogTo tell your name the livelong dayTo an admiring bog!
XXVIII
I BRING an unaccustomed wineTo lips long parching, next to mine,And summon them to drink.
Crackling with fever, they essay;I turn my brimming eyes away,And come next hour to look.
The hands still hug the tardy glass;The lips I would have cooled, alas!Are so superfluous cold,
I would as soon attempt to warmThe bosoms where the frost has lainAges beneath the mould.
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