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The Winged Beetle
The Winged Beetle (1910), PDF p. 213
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LAMOUR ET LE CRANE
Love is seated on the skull
Of humanity ;
And the mad, malicious fool,
Laughing brazenly,
Gaily blows his bubbles high
In the air apace.
Will they reach the stars that lie
At the end of space
The shining globeO fragile veil !
Gives one leap supreme,
Breaks and spits its soul out, frail
As a golden dream.
Groans the skull at every puff :
Peace, I pray thee, peace !
The game is fierce and fond enough
Will it never cease ?
That which thy babes mouth, cruelly fain,
Squanders in the scud,
Monstrous assassin is my brain,
My flesh and my blood !
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