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As if I knew I only may enfold
For a brief moment, dim divining why,
Foreboding him compelled anon to fly.
Troubled I own that somewhat seems amiss,
And nor asleep nor waking may I unravel this!
Often I am aware that he hath died.
And yet I hold him living by my side.
Enough! he gleams upon my lonely tomb,
Among stern crags, from wan night-clouds, he gloweth in my gloom!"

Nature reveals high lineaments of souls,
Confused from sad suffusion of our eyes,
Veiled with our tears; in these poor earthly shoals
Of low-lapsed life, she may not wear the guise
She wore when we were innocent and wise.
And while I muse, the cold tremendous Shade,
Who spake the cruel words, appears to fade.
I know Time for a shadow of man's mind
Thrown on the wide world; human souls are blind;
And lo! the Lord is shining from behind!
Ah! strengthen, purge our eyes! we would behold Thy day!
Then error, wrong, and sorrow shall vanish all away!