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XXXIX.
How could I live? She's dead—and thus I know
That all of life but breath
Has died with me. Is death escape? Oh no!
As life is, so is death.
Here 'tis but sorrow—there 'tis hell.
I was foredoomed—I know it well—
That all of life but breath
Has died with me. Is death escape? Oh no!
As life is, so is death.
Here 'tis but sorrow—there 'tis hell.
I was foredoomed—I know it well—
XL.
Here and hereafter—still—yes, still to bear
A grief undying—vast—
To love—to lose . . . The Future's dread despair
Equals the anguished Past.
In that calm heaven by angels trod
I seek that form. Forgive, O God! . . . . .
A grief undying—vast—
To love—to lose . . . The Future's dread despair
Equals the anguished Past.
In that calm heaven by angels trod
I seek that form. Forgive, O God! . . . . .
