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MATUTINAL.
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We have said farewell to Sorrow;We have buried him to lie
Where the day is as the morrow
And the sea is as the sky,
Where the shadows, mounting high,
From the silence silence borrow,
In the truce of How and Why.
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We have closed him in a copingOf the glad and sorry years;
On his hands, for memories groping,
We have laid the links of tears;
On his eyes and lips and ears
We have heaped the dust of hoping,
We have cast the clods of fears.
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He will never waken, never;He is buried, buried deep,
Where old memories sleep for ever
In the unawakening sleep,
Where men sow not neither reap,
Where the witless and the clever
Swell Time's ever-waxing heap.
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'Tis his younger, milder brotherOf the care-constraining breath,
Twin with Sorrow and yet other,
Now with us that harboureth,
He that born, old story saith,
Was of Love, the mighty mother,
At a birth with Sleep and Death.
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If repine with us still station,Who but he can cause it flee?
If our hearts for consolation
Pine in prison, who but he
Hath the looks that heal and free,
He, whose name is Resignation
And whose eyes are as the sea?
Alp-grüm, Aug. 17, 1903.
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