I seem but a dead man held on end
To sink down soon.... O you could not know
That such swift fleeing
No soul foreseeing —
Not even I — would undo me so!
"The Going" (1912), lines 38-42, from Satires of Circumstance (1914)
I seem but a dead man held on end
To sink down soon.... O you could not know
That such swift fleeing
No soul foreseeing —
Not even I — would undo me so!
"The Going" (1912), lines 38-42, from Satires of Circumstance (1914)