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POEMS.
Sorrow slain, and every regretting,
Love and Love's labors left the same,
Weariness over, suns without setting,
Motion like thought on wings of flame:
Love and Love's labors left the same,
Weariness over, suns without setting,
Motion like thought on wings of flame:
Higher the singer rose and higher,
Heavens, in spaces, sank like bars;
Great joy within him glowed like fire,
He tossed his arms among the stars,—
Heavens, in spaces, sank like bars;
Great joy within him glowed like fire,
He tossed his arms among the stars,—
"This is the life, past life, past dying;
I am I, and I live the life:
Shame on the thought of mortal crying!
Shame on its petty toil and strife!
I am I, and I live the life:
Shame on the thought of mortal crying!
Shame on its petty toil and strife!
"Why did I halt, and weakly tremble?"
Even in heaven the memory smote,—
"Fool to be dumb, and to dissemble!
Alas for the song I never wrote!"
Even in heaven the memory smote,—
"Fool to be dumb, and to dissemble!
Alas for the song I never wrote!"
THE END.
