The Isles of Loch Awe and Other Poems of my Youth With Sixteen Illustrations. By Philip Gilbert Hamerton |
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THE DYING STUDENT.
October found an humble-bee half dead;
On the white flox he made his dying bed;
And its five-petalled flowers,
Like clustered stars, hung over him unheeded.
Alas! their honey was no longer needed
In the poor bee's last hours!
His movements, languid when the day was bright,
Became still feebler with the evening light;
And his exhausted powers
Sank into perfect helplessness ere night.
On the white flox he made his dying bed;
And its five-petalled flowers,
Like clustered stars, hung over him unheeded.
Alas! their honey was no longer needed
In the poor bee's last hours!
His movements, languid when the day was bright,
Became still feebler with the evening light;
And his exhausted powers
Sank into perfect helplessness ere night.
And thus, surrounded by his dearest books,
Along his shelves the student coldly looks;
His eye is unaware
Of those he loved, for all are now the same.
It passes by each unremembered name,
And never settles there.
The summer time of diligence is past,
His brain benumbed, his memory overcast;
And Winter, cold and bare,
Will take away his very life at last!
Along his shelves the student coldly looks;
His eye is unaware
Of those he loved, for all are now the same.
It passes by each unremembered name,
And never settles there.
The summer time of diligence is past,
His brain benumbed, his memory overcast;
And Winter, cold and bare,
Will take away his very life at last!
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