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 They get to know each other well, To feel at home and settled down; Death bursts among them like a shell, And strews them over all the town. The bed went on, This man who lies Upon me now is stark and cold; He will not any more arise, And do the things he did of old.

But we shall have short peace or rest; For soon up here will come a rout, And nail him in a queer long chest, And carry him like luggage out. They will be muffled all in black, And whisper much, and sigh and weep: But he will never more come back, And some one else in me must sleep.

Thereon a little phial shrilled, Here empty on the chair I lie: I heard one say, as I was filled, With half of this a man would die.