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X.—A Dead World.
Oft when I gaze on the clear moon's full round,
Reveries amid my spirit form and float
Of how unaltering in her orb remote
One icy annihilation broods profound.
Yet radiant life may there have thriven renowned,
With intellectual aims of noblest note,
With patriots, heroes, men that ruled or wrote,
With progress widening to thought's utmost bound.
Reveries amid my spirit form and float
Of how unaltering in her orb remote
One icy annihilation broods profound.
Yet radiant life may there have thriven renowned,
With intellectual aims of noblest note,
With patriots, heroes, men that ruled or wrote,
With progress widening to thought's utmost bound.
But now, poor moon, wan shadow of your past pride,
You bear a look like some pale glorious flower's
When treacherous autumn wakes with poignant breath,—
Forever lifting, while slow centuries glide,
Above this live and populous earth of ours
Your silence, pallor and apathy of death!
You bear a look like some pale glorious flower's
When treacherous autumn wakes with poignant breath,—
Forever lifting, while slow centuries glide,
Above this live and populous earth of ours
Your silence, pallor and apathy of death!
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