Little gray messenger,  
Robed like painted Death,
 
Your robe is dust.
 
Whom do you seek
 
Among lilies and closed buds
 
At dusk?
 
Among lilies and closed buds
 
At dusk,
 
Whom do you seek,
 
Little gray messenger,
 
Robed in the awful panoply
 
Of painted Death?
 
R.W.C.
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