Mundi et Cordis De Rebus Sempiternis et Temporariis: Carmina. Poems and Sonnets. By Thomas Wade |
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XLI. AN ANTICIPATION.
My youth was love, and all my love was youth;And youth and love were blended in my song;
With much of fable, but with more of truth,
And though the chain was weak, its power was strong:
For, as we pause by summer-vale, or hill,
To drink the music of a bird, or rill,
So warm hearts waited round my gushing lyre,
And loved the dreamer for his vision's fire!
But now my hair is grey, my sense is blind;
Time's ashes choke my heart's expiring glow;
And my Song, leaving this bright world behind,
Mounts to the loftier world to which I go:
I muse on deathless things; but die, alone—
A King abandon'd, by his shatter'd throne!
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