In Memoriam A.H.H.
onward winds the dreary way;
I with it; for I long to prove
No lapse of moons can canker Love,
fickle tongues may say.
if that eye which watches guilt
And goodness, and hath power to see
Within the green the moulder’d tree,
towers fall’n as soon as built–
if indeed that eye foresee
Or see (in Him is no before)
In more of life true life no more
Love the indifference to be,
might I find, ere yet the morn
Breaks hither over Indian seas,
That Shadow waiting with the keys,
shroud me from my proper scorn.
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