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The Dead Man Walking
They hail me as one living,
But don't they know
That I have died of late years,
Untombed although?

I am but a shape that stands here,
A pulseless mould,
A pale past picture, screening
Ashes gone cold.


Not at a minute's warning,
Not in a loud hour,
For me ceased Time's enchantments
In hall and bower.


There was no tragic transit,
No catch of breath,
When silent seasons inched me
On to this death .
.
.


-- A Troubadour-youth I rambled
With Life for lyre,
The beats of being raging
In me like fire.


But when I practised eyeing
The goal of men,
It iced me, and I perished
A little then.


When passed my friend, my kinsfolk,
Through the Last Door,
And left me standing bleakly,
I died yet more;

And when my Love's heart kindled
In hate of me,
Wherefore I knew not, died I
One more degree.


And if when I died fully
I cannot say,
And changed into the corpse-thing
I am to-day,

Yet is it that, though whiling
The time somehow
In walking, talking, smiling,
I live not now.
Written by: Thomas Hardy

Book: Reflection on the Important Things