LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC.
Of ocean grows as still as death,
The breezes swoon for very bliss,
The sacrament of true love's kiss
Accomplishes: I feel a pain
Stab my heart through and sleep again,
And I am in thine arms for ever.
* * * ° e
There came a tutor, who had never
Known the response of love to love;
He wandered through the woods above
The river, and came suddenly
Where he lay sleeping. Purity
And joy beyond the speech of man
Dwelt on his face, divinely wan.
“ How beautiful is sleep!” he saith.
Bends over him. There is no breath,
No sound, no motion: it is death.
And gazing on the happy head
“ How beautiful is Death!” he said.
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