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"Which they extinguished; and, like tears, they were
A veil to those from whose faint lids they rained
In drops of sorrow. I became aware
"Of whence those forms proceeded which thus stained
The track in which we moved. After brief
From every form the beauty slowly waned;
"From every firmest limb and fairest face The strength and freshness fell like dust, and left
The action and the shape without the grace
"Of life. The marble brow of youth was cleft
With care; and in those eyes where once hope shone,
Desire, like a lioness bereft
"Of her last cub, glared ere it died; each one Of that great crowd sent forth incessantly These shadows, numerous as the dead leaves blown
"In autumn evening from a poplar-tree. Each like himself and like each other were At first; but some distorted seemed to be
"Obscure clouds, moulded by the casual air; And of this stuff the car's creative ray Wrought all the busy phantoms that were there,
"As the sun shapes the clouds; thus on the
Mask after mask fell from the countenance
"Was old, the joy which waked like heaven's glance
The sleepers in the oblivious valley, died;
"And fell, as I have fallen, by the wayside; — Those soonest from whose forms most shadows past,
And least of strength and beauty did abide.
"Then, what is life? I cried."
Cancelled Opening of the "Triumph of Life”
UT of the eastern shadow of the Earth, Amid the clouds upon its margin gray Scattered by Night to swathe in its bright birth
In gold and fleecy snow the infant Day, The glorious Sun uprose: beneath his light,
The earth and all . .
ET look on me.
Which feed upon the love within
Which is indeed but the reflected ray
Of thine own beauty from my spirit thrown. Yet speak to me - thy voice is as the tone heart's echo, and I think I hear
That thou yet lovest me; yet thou alone Like one before a mirror, without care Of aught but thine own features, imaged there; And yet I wear out life in watching thee;
A toil so sweet at times, and thou indeed. Art kind when I am sick, and pity me.
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