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A CARCASS.

Recall to mind the sight we saw, my soul,
 That soft, sweet summer day:
Upon a bed of flints a carrion foul,
 Just as we turn'd the way,


Its legs erected, wanton-like, in air.
 Burning and sweating pest.
In unconcern'd and cynic sort laid bare
 To view its noisome breast.


The sun lit up the rottenness with gold,
 To bake it well inclined,
And give great Nature back a hundredfold
 All she together joln'd.


The sky regarded as the carcass proud
 Oped flower-like to the day;
So strong the odour, on the grass you vow'd
 You thought to faint away.