The New Day: Sonnets By Thomas Gordon Hake: With a Portrait of the Author by Dante Gabriel Rossetti: Edited, with a Preface, by W. Earl Hodgson |
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[Death, yet awhile its stagnant spirit keeping]
Death, yet awhile its stagnant spirit keeping,Is wonderful as in its living prime:
Fond eyes that saw, and still seem only sleeping,
Turned dustward toward the desert track of time;
Fond lips that kissed all beauty on one face,
Bearing their bliss away without mistrust,
Passing life's confine at so slack a pace,
Yet the next stage to be a cloud of dust.
Shall all this beauty, peace-stunned, smile no more?
Its ashes wear not out, as undefiled
Even as the heart-recorded love they bore—
And that same holy dust once looked and smiled!
But Nature holds it safe—the past still is;
An episode in her long day of bliss.
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