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	Poems and Stories > Dark The Bellman Poem by Muriel Stuart Bring out your dead before you reap From lips beloved infection dread; Above such brows ye dare not weep! Bring out your dead Into the street from breast or bed, Lest ye too sicken into sleep That recks not of the Bellman's tread. Thrice foolish heart! Why do you heap Corpse upon corpse-conspire to spread Corruption on all else you keep? Bring out your dead! Related Category: Dark Art

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