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Dead Is she dead	A
And all that light extinguished	B
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Mend your words	C
Those gropings of the blind along plain paths	D
Where all the Heavens are shining Know you not	E
Though the Eternal Luminary dips	F
Below our cramped horizon leaving here	G
Only a train of glory he but goes	H
To dawn on other and neglected worlds	I
Benighted of his presence So with her	J
Whose round imagination like the sun	K
Drew the sad mists of the low lying earth	L
Up to her own great altitude and there	M
Made them in smiling tears evaporate	N
Announce the sun's self dead and o'er him roll	O
An epitaph of darkness then aver	J
She too has set for ever	J
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Think it thus	P
If for sweet comfort's sake What we call death	Q
Is but another sentinel despatched	N
To relieve life weary of being on guard	N
Whose active service is not ended here	G
But after intermission is renewed	N
In other fields of duty This to her	J
Was an uncertain promise since it seems	R
Unto the eye of seriousness unreal	S
That like a child death should but play with life	T
Blowing it out to blow it in again	U
This contradiction over now she stands	V
Certain of all uncertainty and dwells	W
Where death the sophist puzzles life no more	X
But with disdainful silence or clear proof	Y
Confuted is for ever Yet our loss	Z
By others' gain is mended not and we	A2
Sit in the darkness that her light hath left	N
Comfort our grief with symbols as we will	B2
Her empty throne stares stony in our face	C2
And with a dumb relentlessness proclaims	D2
That she has gone for ever for ever gone	E2
Returning not How plain I see her now	F2
The twilight tresses deepening into night	N
The brow a benediction and the eyes	G2
Seat where compassion never set and like	H2
That firm fixed star which altereth not its place	C2
While all the planets round it sink and swim	I2
Shone with a steady guidance O and a voice	J2
Matched with whose modulations softest notes	K2
Of dulcimer by daintiest fingers stroked	N
Or zephyrs wafted over summer seas	L2
On summer shores subsiding sounded harsh	M2
Listening whereto steeled obduracy felt	N
The need to kneel necessity to weep	N2
And craving to be comforted a shrine	O2
Of music and of incense and of flowers	P2
Where hearts at length self challenged were content	N
Still to be sad and sinful so they might	N
Feel that exonerating pity steal	S
In subtle absolution on their guilt	N
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Dead Never dead	N
That this man's insignificant domain	Q2
Which is not boundary of space should be	A2
The boundary of life revolts the mind	N
Even when bounded Into soaring space	C2
Soar spacious spirit unembarrassed now	F2
By earthly boundaries and circle up	R2
Into the Heaven of Heavens and take thy place	C2
Where the Eternal Morning broadens out	N
To recognise thy coming Realm on Realm	S2
Of changeless revolution round thee roll	O
Thou moving with them and among the stars	T2
Shine thou a star long looked for or unbuoyed	N
Beyond the constellations of our ken	U
Traverse the infinite azure with thy heart	N
And with love's light elucidate the Spheres	U2
While we below this meek libation pour	X
Mingled of honey and hyssop on thy grave	V2

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