Are you the marble that you seem to be? Within that form, and yearning to be free, Your soul must wrestle with Death's mystery! Nearer the throne of God than any star, Beyond the din of Earth's discordant jar— A height that untried souls scarce see afar. With face half-human, with majestic brow, On Pain's dread altar, you alone can know The glory and the recompense for Woe! [70] [70] SONNET TO NIAGARA FALLS. SONNET TO NIAGARA FALLS. THE LOST HEART. THE LOST HEART. (A Rondeau.) [71] [71] IS HE NOT MINE? IS HE NOT MINE?
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