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rOU promise heavens free from strife, Pure truth, and perfect change of will ; But sweet, sweet is this human life,
So sweet, I fain would breathe it still; Your chilly stars I can forgo, This warm kind world is all I know.
You say there is no substance here,
One great reality above. Back from that void I shrink in fear,
And child-like hide myself in love: Show me what angels feel. Till then I cling, a mere weak man, to men.
You bid me lift my mean desires From faltering lips and fitful veins
To sexless souls, ideal quires,
Unwearied voices, wordless strains:
My mind with fonder welcome owns
One dear dead friend's rcmember'd tones.
Forsooth the present we must give
To that which cannot pass away; All beauteous things for which we live
By laws of time and space decay. But O, the very reason why I clasp them, is because they die.
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