Stones from The Quarry or, Moods of Mind. By Henry Browne [i.e. Henry Ellison] |
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BACK-ENTRIES IN A DIARY.
Here are the days looked forward to with fearOr hope: the pleasures that, ere from their face
The mask of presence dropt, lured with such grace,
Yet jilted us: the joys, (too precious-dear!)
Which came, all smiles, yet left us with a tear
Still in their eyes; smiles which the courses trace
Of future furrows! There the dull, blank space
Of days which followed like sad mutes some bier!
Strange retrospect! as is some sea-swept shore
At lowest ebb unto the same at flood,
With waifs and strays, and wreckage strewed all o'er.
How hard to realise the bygone mood!
We pick some old memorial waif up, pore
Upon it, Self by Self scarce understood!
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