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In Memoriam A.H.H.

         
            CII.
       
      We leave the well-beloved place
          Where first we gazed upon the sky;
          The roofs, that heard our earliest cry,
      Will shelter one of stranger race.

      We go, but ere we go from home,
          As down the garden-walks I move,
          Two spirits of a diverse love
      Contend for loving masterdom.

      One whispers, ‘Here thy boyhood sung
          Long since its matin song, and heard
          The low love-language of the bird
      In native hazels tassel-hung.’

      The other answers, ‘Yea, but here
          Thy feet have stray’d in after hours
          With thy lost friend among the bowers,
      And this hath made them trebly dear.’

      These two have striven half the day,
          And each prefers his separate claim,
          Poor rivals in a losing game,
      That will not yield each other way.

      I turn to go: my feet are set
          To leave the pleasant fields and farms;
          They mix in one another’s arms
      To one pure image of regret.
       


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