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PANTHEISTIC DREAMS
SONNET
What is the worth of Pantheistic dreams?—Oh, what avails it at the hour of death
To mix our souls with countless roses' breath,
Or with the shining June-sky's sunset-gleams,
Or with the glory of blue-rippling streams?
What joy is there in groping underneath
The soil, to spring in roots of purple heath,—
What human rapture in the moon's white beams?
One hour of human life, though it be wild
And mad and sinful, is a nobler spell
Than long eternities in green deep dell,
Or ages where the autumnal leaves are piled.
The human form, degraded or defiled,
Is still the human soul's one citadel.
1881.
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