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Show The Last Adieu I Dearheart, a maid of mystic grace Crossed my drear path not long ago; I Elysium swam through dizzying space Hearts sang in that supernal glow. H Brief was the day. All earthly things I Irradiate on Life's dim shore; I Till over all mutation flings I The ashen mists of Nevermore; I As some lone bard who time defied In one wild Immemorial note, And Art's bright plummet throwing wide, I Death clutched the daring hand that wrote. I To far-off shores my Love has fled Too bolij a tieart she thus reproves; I Her vesture thrills the verdure dead I And withered leaves, as on she moves. And yet no cry nor plaintive word The fateful days shall wring from me, Who know the phrase, unspoken, hoard, The silence of Love's ecstasy. Farewell, dearheart, an elfin choir Chants in my soul the ghostly knell: Still unsubdued leaps Love's last fire And yet, dearheiirt farewell, farewell' A. K. N. |