TIME AND ETERNITY
Then they will hasten to the door To call the little child,Who cannot thank them, for the ice That on her lisping piled.
XCII
’TIS an honorable thought,And makes one lift one’s hat,As one encountered gentlefolk Upon a daily street,
That we've immortal place, Though pyramids decay,And kingdoms, like the orchard, Flit russetly away.
XCIII
THE distance that the dead have goneDoes not at first appear;Their coming back seems possible For many an ardent year.
And then, that we have followed them We more than half suspect,So intimate have we become With their dear retrospect.
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