your souls behind you

        turly moved!

        Our voices feel along to find you,

        O lost, beloved!

        trong-marshalled angels,

        they press and pierce:

        Our requiems follo on our evangels,—

        Voice throbs in verse.

        e are but orps left in Eden

        A time ago:

        God gave us golden cups, and we were bidden

        to feed you so.

        But now h no cup remaining,

        No o do,

        tic , and staining

        through.

        Most ineradicable stains, for showing

        (Not interfused!)

        t brighe world’s foing,

        than shall be used.

        hearken, oh hearken! ye shall hearken surely

        For years and years,

        the noise beside you, dripping coldly, purely,

        Of spirits’ tears.

        to a beautiful denied you,

        Srain your powers.

        Ideal snesses shall lide you,

        Resumed from ours.

        In all your music, our patior

        Your ears shall cross;

        And all good gifts shall mind you of diviner,

        ith sense of loss.

        e s-languors

        And remes,

        time ye vex t h vain angers,

        Or mock h dreams.

        And wer roaming,

        Deat,

        By the ing,

        t.
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