The New Day: Sonnets By Thomas Gordon Hake: With a Portrait of the Author by Dante Gabriel Rossetti: Edited, with a Preface, by W. Earl Hodgson |
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LXXXIV.
[Think what a boon is life, however short!]
Think what a boon is life, however short!To be, though in an hour to but have been;
To know, or to have known, of wonders wrought;
To see the vast existence, or have seen,
As it rolls round in spheres, and deluges
The soul's perceptions! If the day and night
Man saw but once, henceforth 'twere ever his:
The eternal shares he in a ray of light,
The secret he has found, it is his own.
The joyous moment has not been in vain;
The whole to know, and ever to have known,
Where but to see the marvels o'er again.
The unborn through the length of time, how poor,
Left out of all creation ever more!
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