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Thy soul shall find itself alone 'Mid dark thoughts of the gray tombstone— Not one, of all the crowd, to pry Into thine hour of secrecy. Be silent in that solitude, Which is not loneliness—for then The spirits of the dead who stood In life before thee are again In death around thee—and their will Shall overshadow thee: be still. The night, tho'clear, shall frown— And the stars shall look not down ...
After great pain, a formal feeling comes— The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs— The stiff Heart question 'was it He, that bore,' And 'Yesterday, or Centuries before'? The Feet, mechanical, go round— A Wooden way Of Ground, or Air, or Ought— Regardless grown, A Quartz contentment, like a stone— This is the Hour of Lead— Remembered, if outlived, As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow— First —Chill—then ...
What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare. No time to stand beneath the boughs And stare as long as sheep or cows. No time to see, when woods we pass, Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass. No time to see, in broad daylight, Streams full of stars, like skies at night. No time to turn at Beauty's glance, And watch her feet, how they can dance. No time to wait ...
Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you cry alone; For the sad old earth must burrow its mirth, But has trouble enough of its own. Sing, and the hills will answer; Sigh, it is lost on the air; The echoes bound to a joyful sound, But shrink from voicing care. Rejoice, and men will seek you; Grieve, and they turn and go; They want full measure of all your pleasure, But they do not need your woe. ...
I sat all morning in the college sick bay Counting bells knelling classes to a close. At two-o'clock our neighbors drove me home. In the porch I met my father crying-- He had always taken funerals in his stride-- And Big Evans saying it was a hard blow. The baby cooed and laughed and rocked the pram When I came in, and I was embarrassed By old men standing up to shake my hand And tell me they were "sorry ...
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