LIFE
Some say it is the spheres at play!Some say that bright majority Of vanished dames and men!Some think it service in the placeWhere we, with late, celestial face, Please God, shall ascertain!
LXXXIII
JUST lost when I was saved!Just felt the world go by!Just girt me for the onset with eternity,When breath blew back,And on the other sideI heard recede the disappointed tide!
Therefore, as one returned, I feel,Odd secrets of the line to tell!Some sailor, skirting foreign shores,Some pale reporter from the awful doorsBefore the seal!
Next time, to stay!Next time, the things to seeBy ear unheard,Unscrutinized by eye.
Next time, to tarry,While the ages steal,—Slow tramp the centuries,And the cycles wheel.
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