Queen Berengaria's Courtesy, and Other Poems By the Lady E. Stuart Wortley. In Three Vols |
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[And art thou dead, friend of my soul! so long]
And art thou dead, friend of my soul! so longIts nearest—dearest—art thou lost and gone?
How feel I now on this dark earth alone!
For, oh! the ties between us clasped were strong,
And thought to thought still lightened—change nor wrong
Might come to part us—Death the deed hath done:
Of all thy thoughts—remaineth there not one?—
Where the ever-moving—many-coloured throng?—
Death—Death—strange, fearful mystery that thou art—
Infinite mystery—lo! heart, soul, and mind
Thou sweepest away at once—they swift depart—
No thought—no feeling may be left behind;
This Life and Death clash cloud-like—forth doth dart,
Soul, thy electric fire at once set free, unshrined!
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