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��830 In After Days
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rN after days when grasses high
O'er-top the stone where I shall lie, Though ill or well the world adjust My slender claim to honour'd dust, I shall not question nor reply.
I shall not see the morning sky; I shall not hear the night-wind sigh; I shall be mute, as all men must In after days'
But yet, now living, fain would I That some one then should tebtify, Saying c Hc held hib pen in trust To Art, not serving shame or lust.' Will none ? Then let my memory die In after days'
��HENRY CLARENCE KENDALL 831 Mooni
rE that is by Mooni now
Sees the water-sapphires gleaming Where the River Spirit, dreaming, Sleeps by fall and fountain streaming
Under lute of leaf and bough' Hears what stamp of Storm with stress is, Psalms from unseen wildernesses Deep amongst far hill-recesses
He that is by Mooni now.
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