In Memoriam A.H.H.
wings of fancy, and ascend,
And in a moment set thy face
Where all the starry heavens of space
sharpen’d to a needle’s end;
wings of foresight; lighten thro’
The secular abyss to come,
And lo, thy deepest lays are dumb
the mouldering of a yew;
if the matin songs, that woke
The darkness of our planet, last,
Thine own shall wither in the vast,
half the lifetime of an oak.
these have clothed their branchy bowers
With fifty Mays, thy songs are vain;
And what are they when these remain
ruin’d shells of hollow towers?
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