i will command a poem
for what it is worth
my crown will have no gem
my child will have no birth
i will write an epitaph
for my old nurse
the maid will laugh
so much the worse
a messenger will travel
down an empty thoroughfare
he will arrive to no revel
but i will be here
i will cut a flower
and put it in a vase
at the appointed hour
i will have no face
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