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The Bed By The Window

 I chose the bed downstairs by the sea-window for a good death-bed
When we built the house, it is ready waiting,
Unused unless by some guest in a twelvemonth, who hardly suspects
Its latter purpose.
I often regard it, With neither dislike nor desire; rather with both, so equalled That they kill each other and a crystalline interest Remains alone.
We are safe to finish what we have to finish; And then it will sound rather like music When the patient daemon behind the screen of sea-rock and sky Thumps with his staff, and calls thrice: "Come, Jeffers.

by Robinson Jeffers
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