Lines Addressed to the Spectre of an Elderly Gentleman, Recently Demised
I saw you, seated on a horse's head
While the blaspheming carter cut the traces,
Obese, white-waistcoated, and newly fed,
Through bland indifferent monocle surveying
The gaping circle of indifferent faces.
And now the news has come that you are dead
I see you, while they cut the tangled traces,
On your own hearse's fallen horse's head,
Through bland indifferent monocle surveying
The unseeing circle of funereal faces.
While the blaspheming carter cut the traces,
Obese, white-waistcoated, and newly fed,
Through bland indifferent monocle surveying
The gaping circle of indifferent faces.
And now the news has come that you are dead
I see you, while they cut the tangled traces,
On your own hearse's fallen horse's head,
Through bland indifferent monocle surveying
The unseeing circle of funereal faces.
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