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A WISH.
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The future and its viewless things,—
That undiscovered mystery
Which one who feels death's winnowing wings
Must needs read clearer, sure, than he!


Bring none of these; but let me be,
While all around in silence lies,
Moved to the window near, and see
Once more, before my dying eyes,—


Bathed in the sacred dews of morn
The wide aërial landscape spread,—
The world which was ere I was born,
The world which lasts when I am dead;


Which never was the friend of one,
Nor promised love it could not give,
But lit for all its generous sun,
And lived itself, and made us live.


There let me gaze, till I become
In soul, with what I gaze on, wed!
To feel the universe my home;
To have before my mind—instead


Of the sick-room, the mortal strife,
The turmoil for a little breath—
The pure eternal course of life,
Not human combatings with death!


Thus feeling, gazing, might I grow
Composed, refreshed, ennobled, clear;
Then willing let my spirit go
To work or wait elsewhere or here!