IN THE GRAVEYARD.
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"The heart above, with its breaking strings,
Wails dissonant music, stormy or slow;
But ah! what a beautiful stillness clings,
Sweet Death," I said "to the hearts below,
That are touched with the calm of your pallid wings.
Wails dissonant music, stormy or slow;
But ah! what a beautiful stillness clings,
Sweet Death," I said "to the hearts below,
That are touched with the calm of your pallid wings.
"But is memory still where the vanished go?"
Then I thought of a tender dream of the past,
That faded and fell in a passionate woe,
Like a lotus-flower in a poisoned blast;
And I stared in the shadow and said, "You know.
Then I thought of a tender dream of the past,
That faded and fell in a passionate woe,
Like a lotus-flower in a poisoned blast;
And I stared in the shadow and said, "You know.
"Come out of your silence once more, and seem
The thing that I loved in the years afar,
While the wild-bird flutters and sings in its dream,
And the yellow bloom of the evening star
Drops, as of old, in the whispering stream."
The thing that I loved in the years afar,
While the wild-bird flutters and sings in its dream,
And the yellow bloom of the evening star
Drops, as of old, in the whispering stream."
You came, and I saw the tremulous breeze
Blow the loose brown hair about your head;
You came, through a murmur of melodies;
You came, for love can awaken the dead;
You came, and stood by the cherry-trees.
Blow the loose brown hair about your head;
You came, through a murmur of melodies;
You came, for love can awaken the dead;
You came, and stood by the cherry-trees.
