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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[You see the old die peacefully in slumber]
You see the old die peacefully in slumber,You see the young, just entering life, decline:
Dear mothers, little children without number,
In lingering sickness waste away and pine,
Till every smile foretells the time for leaving,—
At last so weak it trembles on the breath,
And, given to cheer, adds but a sob to grieving—
And all seems slowly drifting into death.
Yet may you see amid these scenes of weeping
The infant soul and body separate,
When in a child, her eyes with heaven in keeping,
The windows of her startled soul dilate;
And with them watch her spirit on its flight,
When suddenly grows dim its mid-day light.
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