In Memoriam A.H.H.
hope is here for modern rhyme
To him, who turns a musing eye
On songs, and deeds, and lives, that lie
in the tract of time?
mortal lullabies of pain
May bind a book, may line a box,
May serve to curl a maiden’s locks;
when a thousand moons shall wane
man upon a stall may find,
And, passing, turn the page that tells
A grief, then changed to something else,
by a long-forgotten mind.
what of that? My darken’d ways
Shall ring with music all the same;
To breathe my loss is more than fame,
utter love more sweet than praise.
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