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In Memoriam A.H.H.
My
own dim life should teach me this,
That life shall live for evermore,
Else earth is darkness at the core,
And
dust and ashes all that is;
This
round of green, this orb of flame,
Fantastic beauty; such as lurks
In some wild Poet, when he works
Without
a conscience or an aim.
What
then were God to such as I?
’Twere hardly worth my while to choose
Of things all mortal, or to use
A
little patience ere I die;
’Twere
best at once to sink to peace,
Like birds the charming serpent draws,
To drop head-foremost in the jaws
Of
vacant darkness and to cease.
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