Mundi et Cordis De Rebus Sempiternis et Temporariis: Carmina. Poems and Sonnets. By Thomas Wade |
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LIX. AN AGONY.
O, God! the agony of Memory!O, sweetness of the Past! no more to be!
The same clear stream between the same green meads
Flows with the self-same voice! O, that clear mirror!
Into whose depths of glory, Heaven's reflex,
We look'd with weeping eyes, that did not weep;
But though our tears within their fountains deep
Were dam'd, our eyelids seem'd as sadly weeping.
All, all the same! save season's difference.
But where, and what is she? O, spectral terror!
That shows her of the Dead! O, pang intense!
O, weavings of the brain and heart complex!
O, Life! that only on its dead joy feeds!
O, God! if Death should be a dreaming Sleeping?
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