TIME AND ETERNITY
I mind me that of anguish sent,Some drifts were moved awayBefore my simple bosom broke,—And why not this, if they?
And so, until delirious borneI con that thing,—“forgiven”—Till with long fright and longer trustI drop my heart, unshriven!
LXXXI
AFTER a hundred yearsNobody knows the place,—Agony, that enacted there,Motionless as peace.
Weeds triumphant ranged,Strangers strolled and spelledAt the lone orthographyOf the elder dead.
Winds of summer fieldsRecollect the way,—Instinct picking up the keyDropped by memory.
LXXXII
LAY this laurel on the oneToo intrinsic for renown.Laurel! veil your deathless tree,—Him you chasten, that is he!
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