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ASHES OF LIFE
Love has gone and left me, and the days are all alike.
Eat I must, and
sleep I will - and would that night were here!
But ah, to lie awake and hear
the slow hours strike!
Would that it were day again, with twilight near!
Love has gone and left me, and I don't know what to do;
This or that or
what you will is all the same to me;
But all the things that I begin I leave
before I'm through -
There's little use in anything as far as I can see.
Love has gone and left me, and the neighbors knock and borrow,
And life
goes on forever like the gnawing of a mouse.
And to-morrow and to-morrow and
to-morrow and to-morrow
There's this little street and this little house.
From: Stevenson, Burton Egbert.
The Home Book of Verse.
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This collection assembled by Jone Johnson Lewis.
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