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If I Should Die To-night/It Goes Out and When Tonight It Dies
By Belle E. Smith and the EastWestern University Dada Cluster

The EastWestern University Dada Cluster is a society dedicated to using Microsoft Office®'s built-in dictionary and grammar checkers to correct works of literature. It has also been charged with using Babelfish to translate works of literature into foreign languages and back again.

[ Original -> Autocorrected by Microsoft Office -> Korean -> English ]

New Version

It went out and when tonight it died,
under it resting before putting it inside place,
my, friend me, reports, dies it,
almost was fair in the quite face and it regards it let to leave,;
And, the snow-white flower my head it heads and it puts.
It the eye to ask and li in order to drop in order to be soft
it does smoothly, long the chisel gets folded in love
my hand the hand which is poor in -- night, remark the car like this like this,!

It will go out and tonight will die,
to the thought which it will be loving,
avoid the what kind of, to the ice hand
it processed my friend and the gentle certificate it will call,
theyn the place; Ul what kind of the mouth
alcoholic beverage talks the word which is gentle;
The flag it puts out and the errand where the foot which it does puts out a speed;
My selfishness and pride me,
the memory of urgent word puts aside,
all and two theyn places it is like that and and
in night must feel sad me under loving.

It went out and tonight it died,
it became more distant and
even grudge the heart went round with me one time again,
after circuit Doe it called a different day,;
It will carry in the wintering vacation flash and
the eye which is cool off will soften at bedspread
r U present time in me, probably report,
long inside the method which is intimate becomes,
theyn the place; Who the hazard mute,
it will be able to make war in the clay?
It forgived all in night and and me, it rested.

The friend of Ohio, me night, in retention me it dies,
car eye Sub your height which is not a hazard su --
methods which it intends are lonely,; Feel them
whom it will carry now and make. Me it is gentle and think;
Me it is a travel-worn,; My rain phul distance the foot
is penetrated to the many thorn. Under heart forgiving
which Ohio does to become more distant boil,
or it argues forgive! Remainder of for a long time at the time
of my thing me the I to be soft in night and will not do in necessity.

 

Original Poem

If I should die to-night,
My friends would look upon my quiet face
Before they laid it in its resting-place,
And deem that death had left it almost fair;
And, laying snow-white flowers against my hair.
Would smooth it down with tearful tenderness,
And fold my hands with lingering caress--
Poor hands, so empty and so cold to-night!

If I should die to-night,
My friends would call to mind, with loving thought,
Some kindly deed the icy hands had wrought;
Some gentle word the frozen lips had said;
Errands on which the willing feet had sped;
The memory of my selfishness and pride,
My hasty words, would all be put aside,
And so I should be loved and mourned to-night.

If I should die to-night,
Even hearts estranged would turn once more to me,
Recalling other days remorsefully;
The eyes that chill me with averted glance
Would look upon me as of yore, perchance,
And soften, in the old familiar way;
For who could war with dumb, unconscious clay?
So I might rest, forgiven of all, to-night.

Oh, friends, I pray to-night,
Keep not your kisses for my dead, cold brow--
The way is lonely; let me feel them now.
Think gently of me; I am travel-worn;
My faltering feet are pierced with many a thorn.
Forgive, oh, hearts estranged, forgive, I plead!
When dreamless rest is mine I shall not need
The tenderness for which I long to-night.

As found at http://www.gutenberg.org/files/16786/16786-8.txt.