Page:The collected poems, lyrical and narrative, of A. Mary F. Robinson.djvu/106

From Wikisource
Jump to navigation Jump to search
This page has been proofread, but needs to be validated.

Fons Vitæ


This secret I must learn—and trembling cried:
Oh ye wind-walking wanderers I am fain
To know ye and your fate, are ye dead men ?
Or exiled souls whose bodies have not died ?

Then one made answer: We are they that grieved
Through God's decree, that grieved and murmured not.
Nor would forestall the end that He reprieved;
And after Death, ere Life be quite forgot
We gather all our outgrown loss and fears
And feed the stream of Life with these our tears.

84