 | In the Dorian Mood |  |
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TO A DEAD STUDENT
I knew not your thoughts, nor regarded your books,
But now you are dead
There is not a thought of your thinking, a book of your reading,
That my heart hath not known and read!
But now you are dead
There is not a thought of your thinking, a book of your reading,
That my heart hath not known and read!
Alas, for the silenced lips and the dear closed eyes!
They answer me not
Who am seeking for clues and for glosses, traditions and meanings,
Ere the books and the thought be forgot!
They answer me not
Who am seeking for clues and for glosses, traditions and meanings,
Ere the books and the thought be forgot!
| In the Dorian Mood | |