Stones from The Quarry or, Moods of Mind. By Henry Browne [i.e. Henry Ellison] |
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THE LOST: IN MEMORIAM. |
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THE LOST: IN MEMORIAM.
Upon this bier (ere th' other half o' the debtTo Death be paid), whence that beloved form
Was rendered to the cold earth and the worm,
And all that wars with love and makes forget,
I strew these withered roses, once, fresh, set
About the brow of Hope. Gone all their charm
And perfume; all, save one, beyond the harm
And scathe of Time; pale, dashed, and dimmed, but yet
Not touched corruptibly! The rest are naught!
Poor evanescent flowers of Youth and Hope!
But this an “everlasting” is—if aught
Of Man be such, who for lost things doth grope
'Mid ashes: from the heart its life is wrought,
And tears for dew embalm it, shut or ope!
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