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Show Joaquin Miller So tall of stature, on the earth his feet, Held by this rude environment of clay; But in the stars his soul, where round it 'beat Measures of deathless music night and day; Some strains have fallen of that music high And men have, listening, enchanted heard, So full the notes have been, such melody Has all their waiting senses touched and stirred. As age creeps on and brings its griefs and pains, As, one by one, his friends shall fall asleep, May those high melodies in sweeter strains Break on his soul in measures high and deep, Until his shade, borne upward on those bars, Shall find its welcome in the waiting stars. |
