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[Can I forget the past? What is the past?]
Can I forget the past? What is the past?Who shall declare the meaning of that word
Which makes us weep or shudder oft as heard?
Ruin; destruction; loves and sorrows cast
To the unknown; new faiths that follow fast;
Life which has been and now is Death; a bird
Flown of sight, but whither? a steed spurred
Over the cliff, a moment seen, the last;
A motion of the soul in endless time
Which is the space of spirits, portioned to
The weary body's flight through boundless space.—
Behind, before, past, future—who shall climb
The steep from whence they blend unto the view,
One circled orb, where time shall swallow place?
Jan. 30th, 1886.
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