DO NOT STAND before my window with those hungry eyes and beg for my secret. It is but a tiny stone of glistening pain streaked with blood-red by passion.
        What gifts have you brought in both hands to fling before me in the dust?
        I fear, if I accept, to create a debt that can never be paid even by the loss of all I have.
        Do not stand before my window with your youth and flowers to sham my destitute life.

DYING, YOU have left behind you the great sadness of the Eternal in my life. You have painted my thought's horizon with the sunset colours of your departure, leaving a track of tears across the earth to love's heaven.
Clasped in your dear arms, life and death united in me in a marriage bond.
I think I can see you watching there in the balcony with your lamp lighted, where the end and the beginning of all things meet My world went hence through the doors that you opened-you holding the cup of death to my lips, filling it with life from your own.

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