'Never saw a goddess go,'
He perhaps quoted Shakespeare
Undone was he as by the morning glow
Falling through the window
Upon someone's face,
'Never saw a goddess go...'
He repeated, wrapped in the windy flow
Of a morn, beautiful as ever.
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The State Funeral
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