Grouped thoughts and scattered fancies A collection of sonnets |
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LXXIX.
THE BEAUTY OF DEPARTING OBJECTS. |
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LXXIX.
THE BEAUTY OF DEPARTING OBJECTS.
How beautiful, thus fading from the eye,Are the sweet things we scarcely saw before;
Scenes that, 'till now, ne'er challenged smile or sigh,
How lovely seem they, fleeting evermore;
We feel, too late, our blindness and would buy
From memory, all that memory can restore!
Thus, the o'erburthen'd form, as on the bed
Of Death, and the last trial, it reposes,
New freshness feels in all around it spread,
And finds new sweetness in the leaves and roses.
'Till now there had been nothing in the things,
Most precious near us, and our eyes unfold,
Even as they close forever, to behold
How dear the gifts of home our blindness from us flings.
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