LIFE
XLVI
A THOUGHT went up my mind to-day
That I have had before,
But did not finish,—some way back,
I could not fix the year,
That I have had before,
But did not finish,—some way back,
I could not fix the year,
Nor where it went, nor why it came
The second time to me,
Nor definitely what it was,
Have I the art to say.
The second time to me,
Nor definitely what it was,
Have I the art to say.
But somewhere in my soul, I know
I’ve met the thing before;
It just reminded me—’t was all—
And came my way no more.
I’ve met the thing before;
It just reminded me—’t was all—
And came my way no more.
XLVII
IS Heaven a physician?
They say that He can heal;
But medicine posthumous
Is unavailable.
They say that He can heal;
But medicine posthumous
Is unavailable.
Is Heaven an exchequer?
They speak of what we owe;
But that negotiation
I’m not a party to.
They speak of what we owe;
But that negotiation
I’m not a party to.
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