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The Winged Beetle
The Winged Beetle (1910), PDF p. 89
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ROSEMARY
Theres rosemary, thats for remembrance ;
Pray you, love, remember ! Hamlet.
AMID the grandeur of my melancholy
Lackeyed by spectres of my sombre past,
I sit and smile at all the shapes of folly
That I evokesave One, that looms at last
Towering above these ten tremendous years.
I see Him, sacred, single in the vast,
A Man of Sorrows, grey with useless tears ;
A Man of Glory, with His aureole
Radiant gossamer, a mist of spears
Storming the sky, His heart one crimson coal
To burn all lesser gods, to gild the shame
Of this my lifes long infamy, the soul
(Abased for Him) in Him one flower of flame
Mine Aceldama one white lily-bloom
Availing me above all wealth and fame
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