Poem by Rudyard Kipling

Doctors

Man dies too soon, beside his works half-planned.
  His days are counted and reprieve is vain:
Who shall entreat with Death to stay his hand;
  Or cloke the shameful nakedness of pain?

Send here the bold, the seekers of the way--
  The passionless, the unshakeable of soul,
Who serve the inmost mysteries of man's clay,
  And ask no more than leave to make them whole

1. The First Chantey
2. The Cursing of Stephen
3. Anchor Song
4. The Covenant
5. «Limits and Renewals». 1932. 19. Azrael's Count

Sara Teasdale Doctors ("EVERY night I lie awake")

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