Sighers

A man may sigh as he goes by.
That may be all there is to it;
He gives a sigh and his troubles die,
Yet sometimes there is this to it;

A sigh, an echo thin as smoke
Lifting out of a crumbling pit—
A heart's wild cry worn to a sigh.
And that is all there is to it.
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