In Memoriam A.H.H.
any vision should reveal
Thy likeness, I might count it vain
As but the canker of the brain;
tho’ it spake and made appeal
chances where our lots were cast
Together in the days behind,
I might but say, I hear a wind
memory murmuring the past.
tho’ it spake and bared to view
A fact within the coming year;
And tho’ the months, revolving near,
prove the phantom-warning true,
might not seem thy prophecies,
But spiritual presentiments,
And such refraction of events
often rises ere they rise.
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