My attempts at a scan:
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SMILE, DEATH, SEE i SMILE as i COME to YOU
STRAIGHT from the ROAD and the MOOR that i LEAVE beHIND,
............NOthing on EARTH to ME was LIKE THIS WIND-BLOWN SPACE,
.......NOthing was LIKE the ROAD, but at the END there was a VIsion or a FACE
......and the EYES were NOT ALways KIND.BANNED POST
......SMILE, DEATH, as you FASten the BLADES to my FEET for me,
ON, ON let us SKATE past the SLEEping WILlows DUSted with SNOW;
FAST, FAST down the FROzen STREAM, with the MOOR and the ROAD and the VIsion beHIND,
......(SHOW me your FACE, WHY the EYES are KIND!)
and we will NOT SPEAK of LIFE or beLIEVE in it or reMEMber it AS we GO.
- Charlotte Mew
I could change my mind about the last line — I actually hear it as a flat lost voice that is more or less even.
Janet
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