Disturb'd, as though a door in heaven

Had oped and closed again.

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And thou shalt shiver, while the hymns,

The solemn hymns, shall cease;

A moment half remember me:

Then turn away to peace.

But oh, for evermore thy look,

Thy laugh, thy charm, thy tone,

Thy sweet and wayward earthliness,

Dear trivial things, are gone!

Therefore I look not on thy grave,

Though there the rose is sweet;

But rather hear the loud wave wash

These wastes about my feet.

Stephen Phillips.

Stephen Phillips.

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RAYMOND AND IDA

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