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)