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Show THE NAMELESS. By William Young. Yonder is he, who taught me, first, The steps that lead to the pit of flame. Merry the jest! Be his soul accurst! Lives he in honor, and 1 in shame? And yonder, dreaming his one sad dream, Is ho, with whom, in his robes of woe, Spake he the word, over death's dark stream, Willingly, gladly, would I go. Lovers I count on my finger-tips; Livos, like dice, for my smiles are thrown; Still, forever, upon my lips, Burns the kiss I never have known. From "Wishmaker's" Town. |