In My Lady's Praise Being Poems, Old and New: Written to the Honour of Fanny, Lady Arnold and Now Collected for her Memory: By Sir Edwin Arnold |
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—Sic sine vita Vivere quam suave est! sic sine morte mori!
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—Sic sine vita
Vivere quam suave est! sic sine morte mori!
“What Adonaïs is”—great Shelley said—
“Why fear we to become?” And that's well posed,
For, since you can lie there, dear Mayflower! dead,
With eyes which were so bright for ever closed,
And lips which were so lightsome shut for ever,
And hands which were so busy meekly linked,
And laugh, never again to ring—ah, never!
And loving heart so still—why! Death has winked
Over Love's foolish head at Life, revealing
The riddle of his message. Now we know,
For us and others, that what seemed such stealing
Of our heart's treasure, was not really so.
God, making her, must love her—that's most certain!
So—she was weary and He drew her curtain.
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