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. A Nativity
2. The First Chantey
3. The Wishing Caps
4. «Debits and Credits». (1919-1926). 1. The Changelings
5. The Declaration of London

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

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