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DEATH IS..., by                    
First Line: I shall not weep though I may never hear
Last Line: Death is a slipping up white stairs to light.
Subject(s): Death; Dead, The


I SHALL not weep though I may never hear
Still words, again, that lifted off my fear
At winter dusk. . . I shall go slowly blown
Down trails of wind, and sing my songs alone.
Star mist will come and whispers through the night:
Death is a slipping up white stairs to light.





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