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Give little Anguish—
Lives will fret—
Give Avalanches—
And they'll slant—
Straighten—look cautious for their Breath—
But make no syllable—like Death—
Who only shows the Marble Disc—
Sublimer sort—than Speech—
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
............an interesting write....very nicely penned ★