THE MORIBUND.
I,
THE Seven Wise Men of Martaban
Sate round the dying man.
They were so still, one would have said:
If he were dying, they were dead!
The first was agéd; in his beard
He muttered never a weird.
The next was beautiful and gay :
He had no word to say.
The third was wroth and rusty red,
Yet not a word he said.
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