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To Selwyn Image
If, passer-by, who idly stand and read,
If thou bereft of love shouldst haply lead
Thy sorrow through these old forgotten graves,
If thou bereft of love shouldst haply lead
Thy sorrow through these old forgotten graves,
And deem that I sleep well who lie beneath
These withered flowers and faded ivy wreath,
Without the soul that aches, the heart that craves,
These withered flowers and faded ivy wreath,
Without the soul that aches, the heart that craves,
Be glad, O traveller, of thy happy hours!
Thou hast the sunlight and renascent flowers,
And life is sweet and time may bring delight;
Thou hast the sunlight and renascent flowers,
And life is sweet and time may bring delight;
But I must yearn among the silent dead
For even the life of grasses on my head,
So sad it is, the shadow of the night.
For even the life of grasses on my head,
So sad it is, the shadow of the night.
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