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GEORGE MEREDITH
The pine-tree drops its deadj
They are quiet, as under the sea.
Overhead, overhead
Rushes life in a race,
As the clouds the clouds chase;
And we go, And we drop like the fruits of the tree,
Even we,
Even so.
EMILY DICKINSON
788 Parting
MY life closed twice before its close; It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me
So huge, so hopeless to conceive,
As these that twice befell. Parting is all we know of heaven,
And all we need of hell.
CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI
789 Bride Song
FROM 'THE PRINCE'S PROGRESS'
' I V OO late for love, too late for joy, You loiter'd on the road too long, You trifled at the gate:
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