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Do we indeed desire the dead Should still be near us at our side? Is there no baseness we would hide?No inner vileness that we dread? Shall he for whose applause I strove, I had such reverence for his blame, See with clear eye some…
Be near me when my light is low, When the blood creeps, and the nerves prick And tingle; and the heart is sick,And all the wheels of Being slow. Be near me when the sensuous frame Is rack’d with pangs that conquer trust; And Time,…
From art, from nature, from the schools, Let random influences glance, Like light in many a shiver’d lanceThat breaks about the dappled pools: The lightest wave of thought shall lisp, The fancy’s tenderest eddy wreathe, The slightest air of song shall breatheTo make the sullen surface…
If these brief lays, of Sorrow born, Were taken to be such as closed Grave doubts and answers here proposed,Then these were such as men might scorn: Her care is not to part and prove; She takes, when harsher moods remit, What slender shade…
That each, who seems a separate whole, Should move his rounds, and fusing all The skirts of self again, should fallRemerging in the general Soul, Is faith as vague as all unsweet: Eternal form shall still divide The eternal soul from all beside;And I…
We ranging down this lower track, The path we came by, thorn and flower, Is shadow’d by the growing hour,Lest life should fail in looking back. So be it: there no shade can last In that deep dawn behind the tomb, But clear from marge to…
The baby new to earth and sky, What time his tender palm is prest Against the circle of the breast,Has never thought that “this is I:” But as he grows he gathers much, And learns the use of “I,” and “me,” And finds “I am not…
How fares it with the happy dead? For here the man is more and more; But he forgets the days beforeGod shut the doorways of his head. The days have vanish’d, tone and tint, And yet perhaps the hoarding sense Gives out at times (he…
If Sleep and Death be truly one, And every spirit’s folded bloom Thro’ all its intervital gloomIn some long trance should slumber on; Unconscious of the sliding hour, Bare of the body, might it last, And silent traces of the pastBe all the colour of the flower: So then…
I vex my heart with fancies dim: He still outstript me in the race; It was but unity of placeThat made me dream I rank’d with him. And so may Place retain us still, And he the much-beloved again, A lord of large experience, trainTo riper…