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AFTER DEATH.
Now that her clasping love has loosed its hold
And dropt from thy life's majesty and strength,
A little thou rememberest, at length,
To mourn her—thou, so passionless of old!
And dropt from thy life's majesty and strength,
A little thou rememberest, at length,
To mourn her—thou, so passionless of old!
Just as the oak, loud winds being calm, no more
Hears under his large deeps of rain-wet leaves
The delicate vine-stems fluttering, and grieves
For that which he has heeded not before,
Hears under his large deeps of rain-wet leaves
The delicate vine-stems fluttering, and grieves
For that which he has heeded not before,
So thou, day's clashing discords mute, dost mark
Her absence, and art mindful of it then,
When evening purples the vague west and when
The golden fire-fly reels through summer dark.
Her absence, and art mindful of it then,
When evening purples the vague west and when
The golden fire-fly reels through summer dark.
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