Death & Dying
Compensation (1)
Death & Dying
Why should I keep holiday
When other men have none?
Why but because, when these are gay,
I sit and mourn alone?
And why, when mirth unseals all tongues,
Should mine alone be dumb?
Ah! late I spoke to silent throngs,
And now their hour is come.
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MLA
Emerson, Ralph Waldo. “Compensation (1).” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/emerson/24/.
Chicago
Emerson, Ralph Waldo. “Compensation (1).” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/emerson/24/.
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