The Dead and the Quick.

The Dead and the Quick.
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The sky was steel, the wind, a knife.
I passed by Trinity’s old graves,
Close-crowded by the city’s life-
And yet, the city saves!

The wind did search me through and through,
When, looking past the pale, I read
The name of one that no man knew-
A long, long century dead.

Oh, then I know not whence nor why-
A breathless thought arose in me,
“He is alive, as much as I,
Or am I dead as he!”
-SMART SET.