Madmoments: or First Verseattempts By a Bornnatural. Addressed to the Lightheaded of Society at Large, by Henry Ellison |
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THE BURIAL. |
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THE BURIAL.
I've stood upon the dark and fearful BrinkOf the deep Grave, and heard the cold earth fall
Crumbling, above the breast of what was all
We love, revere— oh how it makes one shrink,
That dust! it seems to break the last fond Link
With which hope cheats the heart, and tho' so small,
Yet 'tis the last of those that still may call
Up thoughts not quite despair: howe'er hope think,
There is in that sad sound I know not what
Of agony, that like an icy grasp,
Clutches the struggling heart and to the spot
Forces the Eyes, like Stone: 'till the Breast gasp
For the poor boon of life: 'tis a dread Lot
To see our loved ones thus, and think that they are not!
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