 | The Poems of Algernon Charles Swinburne |  |
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IN TIME OF MOURNING
“Return,” we dare not as we fain
Would cry from hearts that yearn:
Love dares not bid our dead again
Return.
Would cry from hearts that yearn:
Love dares not bid our dead again
Return.
O hearts that strain and burn
As fires fast fettered burn and strain!
Bow down, lie still, and learn.
As fires fast fettered burn and strain!
Bow down, lie still, and learn.
The heart that healed all hearts of pain
No funeral rites inurn:
Its echoes, while the stars remain,
Return.
No funeral rites inurn:
Its echoes, while the stars remain,
Return.
May 1885.
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