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Severer Service of myself

 Severer Service of myself
I -- hastened to demand
To fill the awful Vacuum
Your life had left behind --

I worried Nature with my Wheels
When Hers had ceased to run --
When she had put away Her Work
My own had just begun.
I strove to weary Brain and Bone -- To harass to fatigue The glittering Retinue of nerves -- Vitality to clog To some dull comfort Those obtain Who put a Head away They knew the Hair to -- And forget the color of the Day -- Affliction would not be appeased -- The Darkness braced as firm As all my stratagem had been The Midnight to confirm -- No Drug for Consciousness -- can be -- Alternative to die Is Nature's only Pharmacy For Being's Malady --

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