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IIIIN MEMORY OF ROBERT
BROWNING
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IN MEMORY OF ROBERT
BROWNING
(At 29, De Vere Gardens 28 December, 1889)
Twilight and peace in the chamber;
Twilight of death and peace
For him who the strife, the long battle of life,
Had fought out to the last release:
Twilight of death and peace
For him who the strife, the long battle of life,
Had fought out to the last release:
Dead in a dying city,
Through her silent water-ways sped
Toward the misty West, and the place of rest
And gray home of the mighty dead:
Through her silent water-ways sped
Toward the misty West, and the place of rest
And gray home of the mighty dead:
Now bathed in silence and twilight
Where with wisdom's roseate glow,
Quick lightnings of wit, the chamber was lit
So lately,—yet so long ago:
Where with wisdom's roseate glow,
Quick lightnings of wit, the chamber was lit
So lately,—yet so long ago:
Where eyes that from youth ne'er look'd on me
But the heart's bright message they bore,
The welcoming lip, the hand's honest grip,
Were mine—mine now never more:—
But the heart's bright message they bore,
The welcoming lip, the hand's honest grip,
Were mine—mine now never more:—
There with amaranth cross and bay-wreath,
Inane munus, I strove,
Knelt there and pray'd where they said he was laid
To do the last office of love;
Inane munus, I strove,
Knelt there and pray'd where they said he was laid
To do the last office of love;
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Love reverent, grateful, deep,
For the treasure that only they,
The poets of love, the wise from Above,
To the world in its deadness convey:
For the treasure that only they,
The poets of love, the wise from Above,
To the world in its deadness convey:
For he, Star-crested, Hope-armour'd,
Struck straight at a swelling tide;
In the valley of doubt, with clarion shout,
Chased coward and doubter aside.
Struck straight at a swelling tide;
In the valley of doubt, with clarion shout,
Chased coward and doubter aside.
Then the vanish'd Presence in brightness
Was felt once more in the room,
While the worn-out shred the great spirit had shed
Lay garnish'd and still for the tomb.
Was felt once more in the room,
While the worn-out shred the great spirit had shed
Lay garnish'd and still for the tomb.
Not there was the soul I had loved,
Where the mortal raiment was laid,—
Death's vanishing spoil, the lamp without oil,
Blank sheath of the God-wrought blade,—
Where the mortal raiment was laid,—
Death's vanishing spoil, the lamp without oil,
Blank sheath of the God-wrought blade,—
Bare walls of man's house, where no fire
On the central hearth-stone glows!—
Till silently round me a vapour of sound,
The music of memory, rose:—
On the central hearth-stone glows!—
Till silently round me a vapour of sound,
The music of memory, rose:—
And Blest are the dead in the Lord;
For they rest from their labours, I heard;
With a Love is best!—and the life now at rest
Was summ'd in that one brief word.
For they rest from their labours, I heard;
With a Love is best!—and the life now at rest
Was summ'd in that one brief word.
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