Quote #6
Let the children play And sit like flowers upon thy grave And crown with flowers,-that hardly have A briefer blooming-tide than they.
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- Time's corrosive dewdrop eats The giant warrior to a crust Of earth in earth and rust in rust.
- Sleep puts out silent fingers, And leads me back to the roar Of the dead salt sea that vomits Wrecks of the past ashore.
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- I see the lost Love in beauty Go gliding over the main: I feel the ancient sweetness, The worm and the wormwood again.
- The azure lake is argent now Beneath the pale moonshine: I seek a sign of hope in heaven: Fair Polestar! thou are mine. A thousand other be…
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- With the cry I wake;-and around me The mother and child at her feet Breathe peace in even whispers; And the night falls heavy and sweet.