Take the cloak from his face, and at first
Let the corpse do its worst!
How he lies in his rights of a man!
Death has done all death can.
And, absorbed in the new life he leads,
He recks not, he heeds
Nor his wrong nor my vengeance; both strike
On his senses alike,
And are lost in the solemn and strange
Surprise of the change.
Ha, what avails death to erase
His offence, my disgrace?
I would we were boys as of old
In the field, by the fold:
His outrage, God's patience, man's scorn
Were so easily borne!
I stand here now, he lies in his place:
Cover the face!
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I am not sure why you would want to be a CENTO poet. In some forms it is stealing others work but when a few lines from many works are strung together, It becomes a legal form of poetry. It takes talent to do it. But I ask you...Why? Obviously you have talent. What is the force that drives you to write this way. For those who do not understand this. In simple form it is. CENTO means to take lines from others work and make a poem from them. Hugs Jan