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<h3> THE VOICE OF THE VOID </h3>
BY<br/>
GEORGE PARSONS LATHROP<br/>
<p>I warn, like the one drop of rain<br/>
On your face, ere the storm;<br/>
Or tremble in whispered refrain<br/>
With your blood, beating warm.<br/>
I am the presence that ever<br/>
Baffles your touch's endeavor,—<br/>
Gone like the glimmer of dust<br/>
Dispersed by a gust.<br/>
I am the absence that taunts you,<br/>
The fancy that haunts you;<br/>
The ever unsatisfied guess<br/>
That, questioning emptiness,<br/>
Wins a sigh for reply.<br/>
Nay; nothing am I,<br/>
But the flight of a breath—<br/>
For I am Death!</p>
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