Since bit by bit I've died so long,
I think I shall not mind
When picks and spades have delved for me
A hole that's close and blind.

I died a little when a friend
Unheeding, passed me by,
And when a woman that I loved
Revealed her love a lie;

I died a little when I stooped
To a revengeful score—
Yet, as I've died, so I've been born
Each day a little more. . . .

With every glimpse of loveliness
I am the more re-born,
With every laugh, with every kiss,
With every shining morn! …

So, one day, when they think me dead,
The truth of truths will be
That I've just walked out through a door
To immortality!
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