In Memoriam A.H.H.
will not shut me from my kind,
And, lest I stiffen into stone,
I will not eat my heart alone,
feed with sighs a passing wind:
profit lies in barren faith,
And vacant yearning, thoí with might
To scale the heavenís highest height,
dive below the wells of Death?
find I in the highest place,
But mine own phantom chanting hymns?
And on the depths of death there swims
reflex of a human face.
rather take what fruit may be
Of sorrow under human skies:
íTis held that sorrow makes us wise,
wisdom sleep with thee.
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