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 | The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder |  |
“IS HOPE A PHANTOM?”
Is Hope a phantom? Holds the crystal cupSweet madness only—an we drink it up?
A respite ere the poor, doomed soul is killed?
—Then spake one who had loved: “Hope is no lie,
But real as answered Love, or unfulfilled;
Yet were Hope phantom-false, still would I cry,
‘Hail, Thou Bright Poisoner! let me drink, and die!’”
| The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder | |