Elizabeth Stoddard
Last Lines
A grief -- your and my Universe!
All their country should -- a grave!
Although I'm sure I have forgot the pain!
And Clara, my dear wife, her rightful place.
And Dolores goes home for chocolate.
And I forget, forget the drift of time.
And later heroes strike Achilles' lyre!
And roses blow! I choose to rest.
And silent die -- as wolves should die!
And strike the Christmas chime.
Believing it their own, and it will serve.
But Amine in his sheaf will not be bound.
Do thou with anthems make it ring!
For I am a man of steadfast mind.
Had proved "The Colonel's Shield."
In one word, Sweet, sweetest of all words -- Wife!
Its mystery all its own, and it will last.
My future bring, it will be -- you!
My little primrose lift its head!
Now she knows her lover's fate!
Once more repeating, Why, why, why?
Sleep, child, and the whitest of dreams to thee.
That end in Nothing and the Grave!
That flies when flies the spring!
That I, the lost, and Nature may be one.
That Nature is eternal for man's sake?
The answer everywhere will be, The Tzar.
The loss of beauty is not always loss!
The secret each alone must learn.
These phantoms by this ancient loom.
To solve for me, I think, this mystery.
Until I fade into the fading plain.
Wait for a future which contains no past?
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