Lamentation # 26
As to whom may find it some concern,
Come troubled tithes of recent day.
Bereavments in the dead of 'noon.
Friend Lazarus went about his way.
Was it said never know thee;quite tragic.
Nor conceive the epic whole of tale.
The quenching thirst felt of desert worse,
Immortal gain from wishing wells.
Grimace maw looked your jaw
That day your smile so serene.
Diseased as wretch; cadaver's pitch
A lucid veil to ending dreams.
And when Death and I, clearly thought through
Hence this lament we'd written for you.
This mourning was after the relation to soon
Those twillight hours preluded the noon.
Ordained the latter will be those to see,
Countence and council coddled to thee
And of life, the lingering conviction
Now Lazarus knows,
Living is a suffered affliction.
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