And thou, and only thou

Hath Alms

More sweet than psalms,

To famished souls

On barren goals.

What draughts of long forgetfulness

Hath held to moaning thirst!

To drink, to drink, and drinking, wildly bless,

That thou, the last, shall be the first.

What depths of great eternal night,

Hast held to failing eyes!

Till, pregnant with the awful sight,

A spirit in them lies

That is not life.

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And age old bitterness.

The young man's mockery of the old

Hath seen thy face and trembles all acold.

That flash with sudden consciousness,

While all her pulses rise

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