Tonight
A face will peep
And peer from your window-panes.
When the night is coiled,like a serpent
And dreams are thick-
It will coo to your ears
On voices of unnumbered crowds,
Touching your eyes
Through its magic-wind and call you
In names,unheard-"Your days are numbered"
And still,
Motionless you lie on your ashes
Like Eliot's cigarette
When we call it a day;
You smell of the dizzy kisses
That once,
For once,,
Made you immortal
Dr. Faust
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