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 Your lips would have laughed, with a rosy scorn,

If the merchant, or slave-girl, had mockingly said, "The feet will pass, but the shoes they have worn

Two thousand years onward Time's road shall tread,

And still be footgear as good as new!"

To think that calf-skin, gilded and stitched,

Should Home and the Pharaohs outlive—and you

Be gone, like a dream, from the world you bewitched!

Not that we mourn you! 'Twere too absurd!

You have been such a very long while away!

Your dry spiced dust would not value one word

Of the soft regrets that my verse could say.

Sorrow and Pleasure, and Love and Hate,

If you ever felt them, have vaporzed hence

To this odor—so subtle and delicate—

Of myrrh, and cassia, and frankincense.