<h3 id="Last_Things">Last Things</h3>
<p>THERE is no one to do it for me,<br/>
But I know what I shall do<br/>
When the last dawn breaks o’er me<br/>
And the last night is through.</p>
<p>I shall set in pleasant order<br/>
The little books I knew,<br/>
With flowers on the window ledge<br/>
In a shallow bowl of blue.</p>
<p>I’ll leave the out door swinging,<br/>
(As it might swing for you)<br/>
And on the clean swept door-sill<br/>
Wild roses I shall strew—</p>
<p>So when pale Death comes trailing<br/>
Her branch of sodden rue<br/>
She’ll gather up my gay content<br/>
And know contentment too!</p>
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