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In Memoriam A.H.H.
As
sometimes in a dead man’s face,
To those that watch it more and more,
A likeness, hardly seen before,
Comes
out–to some one of his race:
So,
dearest, now thy brows are cold,
I see thee what thou art, and know
Thy likeness to the wise below,
Thy
kindred with the great of old.
But
there is more than I can see,
And what I see I leave unsaid,
Nor speak it, knowing Death has made
His
darkness beautiful with thee.
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