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INSCRIPTION ON AN URN.
Thou loveliest of the lovely, where
Is thy bright spirit gone?
Where is thy gentle throne;
In what sweet and silver sphere?
Is thy bright spirit gone?
Where is thy gentle throne;
In what sweet and silver sphere?
Tell me, my Helena, that I
All night on thee may gaze,
And know thy temple's blaze
From all the splendours of the sky.
All night on thee may gaze,
And know thy temple's blaze
From all the splendours of the sky.
Oh! if the loved in death return,
To love and look upon
The pale, heart-broken one,
Who weeps at midnight o'er their urn;
To love and look upon
The pale, heart-broken one,
Who weeps at midnight o'er their urn;
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Tell me, when on the blissful air
They stoop, that I may be
Found fit to welcome thee,
With hands and heart upraised in prayer.
They stoop, that I may be
Found fit to welcome thee,
With hands and heart upraised in prayer.
Or art thou changed, and to mine eye
A thing invisible;
Wrapp'd in the unpierced veil
Of holy immortality?
A thing invisible;
Wrapp'd in the unpierced veil
Of holy immortality?
No,—thou wilt stoop to earth no more,
Thy glory were profaned
By thoughts to earth still chain'd:
My Helena,—thy trial's o'er.
Thy glory were profaned
By thoughts to earth still chain'd:
My Helena,—thy trial's o'er.
And I will follow thee above.
Life's bitterness is past,
The world is fading fast,
Time has no chains for wedded love!
Life's bitterness is past,
The world is fading fast,
Time has no chains for wedded love!
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