To Man Who Goes Seeking Immortality
Too far afield thy search. Nay, turn. Nay, turn
At thine own elbow potent Memory stands,
Thy double, and eternity is cupped
In the pale hollow of those ghostly hands.
At thine own elbow potent Memory stands,
Thy double, and eternity is cupped
In the pale hollow of those ghostly hands.
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