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SONNET V. ETERNAL.

When over an hundred years have passed and fled
Shalt thou be living yet within my song,
And just as vivid thy soft brown-haired head
As ever, earth's fair queens of love among?
And shall I be remembered, sweetheart true,
Still most of all as poet-lover of thee,—
When other far-off skies than ours are blue,
And grey eyes,—not thine eyes,—watch new grey sea?
What is an hundred years?—But one brief day
To love that changes not, that ne'er can sleep:
Eternal as the sun's unending ray,
And as the unfathomable ocean deep,
And full of God's own strength that folds all things
In ceaseless mantle of almighty wings.