"I weep those dead lips, white and dry, On which no kisses lie, Those eyes deserted of desire, And love’s soft fire. I weep the folded feet and hands, Held fast in linen bands; Still heart, cold breasts—for them my dole: God hath the soul."
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Vance Thompson
1863 – 1925
Vance Thompson (April 17, 1863 – June 5, 1925) was an American literary critic, novelist, poet and low-carbohydrate diet writer.
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