Lies the great forest, dreaming and at rest.

Yet deep in memory’s core abides that sight

One moment outlined on the mountain crest—

A Shape that writhed upon a pool of flame.

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 AFTER ALL—

When the time comes for me to die

To-morrow or some other day,

If God should bid me make reply,

’What wilt thou?’ I shall say:

O God, Thy world was great and fair,

Yet give me to forget it clean;

Vex me no more with things that were,

And things that might have been.

I loved, I toiled—throve ill and well,

Lived certain years, and murmur’d not.

Now grant me in that land to dwell

Where all things are forgot.

For others, Lord, Thy purging fires,

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