The dead demand a double vision. A furthered zone, Ghostly decision of apportionment. For the dead can claim The lovers senses, the mortgaged heart. Watch twice the orchard blossoms in gray rain And to the cold rose skies bring twin surprise. Endure each summons once, and once again; Experience multiplied by two--the duty recognized. Instruct the quivering spirit, instant nerve To schizophrenic master serve, Or like a homeless Doppelgänger Blind love might wander. The mortgage of the dead is known. Prepare the cherished wreath, the garland door. But the secluded ash, the humble bone--

Do the dead know?