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THE SAME, AND NOT ANOTHER.
The same, and not another!
The old face, and eyes, and well-remembered hair,
With heaven's pure light upon them shed more fair,
These wait for thee, my brother,
On the cool white marble threshold of life's last long stair.
The old face, and eyes, and well-remembered hair,
With heaven's pure light upon them shed more fair,
These wait for thee, my brother,
On the cool white marble threshold of life's last long stair.
The same, and not another!
As she used to be in the glory of her youth,
A very rose of womanhood in sooth,
This flower for thee, my brother,
Waits, after death is traversed, and sobs make room for truth.
As she used to be in the glory of her youth,
A very rose of womanhood in sooth,
This flower for thee, my brother,
Waits, after death is traversed, and sobs make room for truth.
The same, and not another!
For there is not any other in the world,
And out of it thy soul has swift been hurled
In search of her, my brother,
And the wings of thy sweet songfulness are choked and furled.
For there is not any other in the world,
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In search of her, my brother,
And the wings of thy sweet songfulness are choked and furled.
The same, and not another!
For there is not any other in the skies,
And broken thy sweet lute unsmitten lies,
My brother, O my brother,
And round about thy forehead the cold night wind flies.
For there is not any other in the skies,
And broken thy sweet lute unsmitten lies,
My brother, O my brother,
And round about thy forehead the cold night wind flies.
The same, and not another!
Or else I say there is not any God,
And a shadow in the place of him has trod
The earth—and our Mother
Is no mother, and abolished is the beauty of her nod.
Or else I say there is not any God,
And a shadow in the place of him has trod
The earth—and our Mother
Is no mother, and abolished is the beauty of her nod.
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