IV

"Come, oh, come!

No longer shall language be dumb!

Thy vision shall grasp—

As one doth the glittering hasp

Of a dagger made splendid with gems and with gold—

The wonder and richness of life, not anguish and hate of it merely.

And out of the stark

Eternity, awful and dark,

Immensity silent and cold,—

Universe-shaking as trumpets, or thunderous metals

That cymbal; yet pensive and pearly

And soft as the rosy unfolding of petals,

Or crumbling aroma of blossoms that wither too early,—

The majestic music of Death, where he plays

On the organ of eons and days."

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