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C.D. Warner, et al., comp.  The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes.  1917.
 
The Dead
By Jones Very (1813–1880)
 
  I SEE them: crowd on crowd they walk the earth,—
    Dry leafless trees no autumn wind laid bare;
  And in their nakedness find cause for mirth,
    And all unclad would winter’s rudeness dare:
  No sap doth through their clattering branches flow,        5
    Whence springing leaves and blossoms bright appear;
  Their hearts the living God have ceased to know,
    Who gives the springtime to th’ expectant year;
  They mimic life, as if from him to steal
    His glow of health to paint the livid cheek;        10
  They borrow words for thoughts they cannot feel,
    That with a seeming heart their tongue may speak:
    And in their show of life more dead they live
Than those that to the earth with many tears they give.
 
 
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