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In Memoriam A.H.H.

         
            I.
       
      I held it truth, with him who sings
          To one clear harp in divers tones,
          That men may rise on stepping-stones
      Of their dead selves to higher things.

      But who shall so forecast the years
          And find in loss a gain to match?
          Or reach a hand thro’ time to catch
      The far-off interest of tears?

      Let Love clasp Grief lest both be drown’d,
          Let darkness keep her raven gloss:
          Ah, sweeter to be drunk with loss,
      To dance with death, to beat the ground,

      Than that the victor Hours should scorn
          The long result of love, and boast,
          ‘Behold the man that loved and lost,
      But all he was is overworn.’
       


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