Just in the nick of time the bitterest
Undercurrents of sore feelings began to
Swell, into a parting wave, thence to rest
Till soothed away. But then I heard that you,
Insulted to the heart by life, were cold, no grave
New inquiry holds you down: nothing, save
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In truth, either you or me, since both will
Sorry time’s vacant hole soon fulfill.
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Down to the depths of what I feel I dive
Expecting there some meaning finally
And richly to find. In deeps, to survive
Depends on still taking some breath, you see.
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Now you will rest, though many times and more
Over again, that Princely name is heard,
Whilst my heart breaks and, for a time, is raw,
REST IN PEACE
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