The serpent sheds his old skin, every shiny
scale,
The child drops his tooth, so small, pearly
& pale,
The bird sheds her feather, plume by downy plume,
The flower drops its petal, as it softly loses
its bloom,
The tree, in its autumn´s dying, bids her leaf
farewell,
The scent, in your sad leaving, lost me your
sweet smell,
The star, in its silent falling, leaves its
wishes in the skies,
The mantle of innocence falling, from soft &
gentle eyes,
The cloak of my ancient being, I leave at death´s
ebbing door,
The moultings, & sheddings of life, for
me, are needed no more.
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