So ancient to myself I seem,
I might have crossed grave Styx's stream
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"I love the Lady of Merle," he said.
"She is not for thee!" her suitor cried.
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"Turn me a rhyme," said Fate,
"Turn me a rhyme:
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Time and I pass to and fro,
Hardly greeting as we go,--
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Sorrow, my friend,
When shall you come again?
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Delicate gayety,
Strains of a violin;
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O love, I come; thy last glance guideth me!
Drawn, too, by webs of shadow, like thine hair;
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He handed his life a poisoned draught,
With a scornful smile and a cold, cold glance,
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There in the midst of gloom the church-spire rose,
And not a star lit any side of heaven;
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The sun is lying on the garden-wall,
The full red rose is sweetening all the air,
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"Cross my hands upon my breast,"
Read her last behest.
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\Death's Eloquence\
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Dear little Dorothy, she is no more!
I have wandered world-wide, from shore to shore,
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New days are dear, and cannot be unloved,
Though in deep grief we mourn, and cling to death;
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O girl of spring! O brown-eyed girl!
Gathering violets near the woods,
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Weeping for another's woe,
Tears flow then that would not flow
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I loved a child as we should love
Each other everywhere;
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What shall I say, my friend, my own heart healing, When for my love you cannot answer me?
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DESPAIR
DEAR, when you see my grave,
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Somewhere, somewhere in this heart
There lies a jewel from the sea,
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Ill-wrought life we look at as we die!
Mistaken, selfish, meagre, and unmeet;
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There was a maiden in a land Was buried with all honor fine,
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I dreamed within a dream the sun was gold;
And as I walked beneath this golden sun,
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We are moving on in silence,
Save for rattling iron and steel,
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Here is a world of changing glow,
Where moods roll swiftly far and wide;
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My graveyard holds no once-loved human forms,
Grown hideous and forgotten, left alone,
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All to herself a woman never sings
A happy song. Oh no! but it is so
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Gray towers make me think of thee,
Thou girl of olden minstrelsy,
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O soul of life, 't is thee we long to hear,
Thine eyes we seek for, and thy touch we dream;
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The sanctity that is about the dead
To make us love them more than late, when here,
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