Death』s seal is put,

HEARKEN, oh hearken! let your souls behind you

In all your music, our pathetic minor

We are but orphaned spirits left in Eden

They press and pierce:

That brighter colours were the world』s foregoing,

A time ago:

The yearning to a beautiful denied you,

And all good gifts shall mind you of diviner,

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With sense of loss.

Resumed from ours.

God gave us golden cups, and we were bidden

By the foregone ye shall discern the coming,

And wild extremes,

What time ye vex the desert with vain angers,

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The mystic hydromel is spilt, and staining

No work to do,

But now our right hand hath no cup remaining,

Voice throbs in verse.

Of spirits』 tears.

Your ears shall cross;

O lost, beloved!

To feed you so.

Or mock with dreams九_九_藏_書.

Than shall be used.

For years and years,

Shall strain your powers.

Our voices feel along the Dread to find you,

We shall be near you in your poet-languors

Our requiems follow fast on our evangels,—

Through eyelids shut.

Through the thick-https://read.99csw.comshielded and strong-marshalled angels,

Ideal sweetnesses shall over-glide you,

The noise beside you, dripping coldly, purely,

The whole earth through.

Most ineradicable stains, for showing

And when upon you, weary after roaming,

(Not interfused!)