It is over now, the blinding grief, The closing chapters of familiar things That brought with torment tears of vain relief, And witness to death's solemn conquerings
In realms unknown of spirit's emptiness And nescient chambers where one fought to pray And contemplate the past in loveliness, Her smile that vied in beauty with the day
When laughter ruled and two as one aspired To a greater life's occult destiny And joy beyond time's fleeting gifts desired. It is over now, I shall remember thee
On this blue-green globe spinning through the night Among the million galaxies of light.
Poems Undated (1727)
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