Mundi et Cordis De Rebus Sempiternis et Temporariis: Carmina. Poems and Sonnets. By Thomas Wade |
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X. A KNELL.
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O, how absurd to weep,When the world is dissolving
And stars are revolving
To death,
That an insect should sleep
A slumber deep
Wherein is no vile breath!
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She is gone in her beauty—gone!In the grave she is lying!
And I, on the blank earth sighing
Alone,
Despair!
Memories come blightingly o'er me;
All visions of Hope sink before me,
And the Sun seems a curse to the Air!
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O, dare I my life-blood pourOn the sod of thy grave, dead Flower!
With my blood the dry earth might devour
My grief!
But dear ones yet linger beside me;
And still through all storms that betide me
Must shake my life's withering leaf!
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'Tis folly to weep; to weep!Thou art but an atom, asleep.
The Universe still rolls on—
But I am alone; alone!
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