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| + | : The meaning of the word! What lack is here! | ||
| + | O pale mask of a soul great, good, and true! | ||
| + | : O mocking semblance stretched upon a bier! | ||
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| + | Each atom of this devastated face | ||
| + | : Was so instinct with power, with warmth and light; | ||
| + | What desert is so desolate! No grace | ||
| + | : Is left, no gleam, no change, no day, no night. | ||
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| + | Where is the key that locked these gates of speech, | ||
| + | : Once beautiful, where thought stood sentinel, | ||
| + | Where sweetness sat, where wisdom passed, to teach | ||
| + | : Our weakness strength, our homage to compel? | ||
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| + | Despoiled at last, and waste and barren lies | ||
| + | : This once so rich domain. Where lives and moves, | ||
| + | In what new world, the splendor of these eyes | ||
| + | : That dauntless lightened like imperial Jove's? | ||
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| + | Annihilated, do you answer me? | ||
| + | : Blown out and vanished like a candle flame? | ||
| + | Is nothing left but this pale effigy, | ||
| + | : This silence drear, this dread without a name? | ||
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| + | Has it been all in vain, our love and pride, | ||
| + | : This yearning love that still pursues our friend | ||
| + | Into the awful dark, unsatisfied, | ||
| + | : Bereft, and wrung with pain? Is this the end? | ||
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| + | Would God so mock us? To our human sense | ||
| + | : No answer reaches through the doubtful air; | ||
| + | Yet with a living hope, profound, intense, | ||
| + | : Our tortured souls rebel against despair; | ||
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| + | As bowing to the bitter fate we go | ||
| + | : Drooping and dumb as if beneath a curse; | ||
| + | But does not pitying Heaven answer " No! " | ||
| + | : With all the voices of the universe?}} | ||
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Revision as of 03:53, 21 January 2022
By the Dead
O Poverty! till now I never knew |
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