 | Last poems including Afterglow and Beyond the sunset |  |
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INVOCATION
Sing thou my songs for me when I am dead!Soul of my soul, some day thou wilt awake
To see the morning on the hilltops break,
And the far summits flame with rosy red.
But I shall wake not, though above my head
Armies should thunder: nor for Love's sweet sake,
Though he the tenderest pilgrimage should make
Where I am lying in my grassy bed.
I shall be silent, with my song half sung:
I shall be dumb, with half the story told:
I shall be mute leaving the best unsaid.
Take thou the harp ere yet it be unstrung—
Wake thou the lyre ere yet its chords be cold—
Sing thou my songs—and thine—when I am dead!
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