In Memoriam A.H.H.
rolls the deep where grew the tree.
O earth, what changes hast thou seen!
There where the long street roars, hath been
stillness of the central sea.
hills are shadows, and they flow
From form to form, and nothing stands;
They melt like mist, the solid lands,
clouds they shape themselves and go.
in my spirit will I dwell,
And dream my dream, and hold it true;
For tho’ my lips may breathe adieu,
cannot think the thing farewell.
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