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what's o'clock
And the proud hearts went with the days, into the dusk of age, the darkness of death.
Slowly they were borne away through a Charleston they scarcely remembered.
The jouncing-board was pushed into a corner,
Only the magnolia-trees tossed a petal to it, now and again, if there happened to be a strong wind when the blooms were dropping.
Slowly they were borne away through a Charleston they scarcely remembered.
The jouncing-board was pushed into a corner,
Only the magnolia-trees tossed a petal to it, now and again, if there happened to be a strong wind when the blooms were dropping.
Hush, go gently,
Do not move a pebble with your foot.
This is a moment of pause,
A moment to recollect the futility of cause.
A moment to bow the head
And greet the unconcerned dead,
Denying nothing of their indifference,
And then go hence
And forget them again,
Since lives are lived with living men.
Do not move a pebble with your foot.
This is a moment of pause,
A moment to recollect the futility of cause.
A moment to bow the head
And greet the unconcerned dead,
Denying nothing of their indifference,
And then go hence
And forget them again,
Since lives are lived with living men.
