When I am of my little life
	 Bereft, and my soul in plumes
	 Of darkness goes, as through a catacomb,
None I leave behind in life

Shall weep as I have wept.
	 For I have known my second soul,
	 A far braver, brighter soul,
That looked within me, turned, and left.

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