To Man Who Goes Seeking Immortality Bidding Him Look Nearer Home. - Poem by Adelaide Crapsey
Too far afield thy search. Nay, turn. Nay, turn.
At thine own elbow potent Memory stands,
Thy double, and eternity is cupped
In the pale hollow of those ghostly hands.
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