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THE WRECK.
And trees like the towers of a minster, the sons of a winterless day.
'Paradise there!' so he said, but I seem'd in Paradise then
With the first great love I had felt for the first and greatest of men,
Ten long days of summer and sin—if it must be so—
But days of a larger light than I ever again shall know—
Days that will glimmer, I fear, thro' life to my latest breath;
'No frost there,' so he said, 'as in truest Love no Death.'
'Paradise there!' so he said, but I seem'd in Paradise then
With the first great love I had felt for the first and greatest of men,
Ten long days of summer and sin—if it must be so—
But days of a larger light than I ever again shall know—
Days that will glimmer, I fear, thro' life to my latest breath;
'No frost there,' so he said, 'as in truest Love no Death.'
VI.
Mother, one morning a bird with a warble plaintively sweet
Mother, one morning a bird with a warble plaintively sweet
