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GONE, gone from us! and shall we
Those sibyl-leaves of destiny,
Those deep, dark eyes so warm and bright,
Wherein the fortunes of the man
The stars of those two gentle eyes Will shine no more on earth; Quenched are the hopes that had their birth,
As we watched them slowly rise,
And she would read them o'er and o'er,
Over their dear astrology,
Which she had conned and conned before,
Deeming she needs must read aright
The tongue that scarce had learned
An entrance to a mother's heart
As the airy gossamere, Floating in the sunlight clear, Where'er it toucheth clingeth tightly, Round glossy leaf or stump unsightly, So from his spirit wandered out Tendrils spreading all about, Knitting all things to its thrall With a perfect love of all: O stern word - Nevermore !
He did but float a little way
Or hearkening their fairy chime;
Ne'er felt the gale;
He did but float a little way,
No grating on his vessel's keel;
Mingled the waters with the land
Come and rest thee! O come hither
The low west-wind creeps panting up the shore
To be at rest among the flowers;
Follow! O, follow!
To be at rest forevermore !
Look how the gray old Ocean From the depth of his heart rejoices, Heaving with a gentle motion, When he hears our restful voices; List how he sings in an undertone, Chiming with our melody;
And all sweet sounds of earth and air
Turn thy curved prow ashore, And in our green isle rest forevermore ! Forevermore ! "
And Echo half wakes in the wooded
And, to her heart so calm and deep, Murmurs over in her sleep, Doubtfully pausing and murmuring still "Evermore !
Thus, on Life's weary sea,
Is it not better here to be,
To see the still seals only
Only the sliding of the wave Beneath the plank, and feel so near A cold and lonely grave,
A restless grave, where thou shalt lie
Look down beneath thy wave-worn bark,
Lean over the side and see
The leaden eye of the sidelong shark Upturned patiently,
Ever waiting there for thee: Look down and see those shapeless forms,
Which ever keep their dreamless sleep
Far down within the gloomy deep, And only stir themselves in storms, Rising like islands from beneath, And snorting through the angry spray, As the frail vessel perisheth In the whirls of their unwieldy play; Look down! Look down! Upon the seaweed, slimy and dark, That waves its arms so lank and brown, Beckoning for thee!
Look down beneath thy wave-worn bark
Into the cold depth of the sea!
Look down! Look down!
Thus, on Life's lonely sea,
Voices sad, from far and near,
Here all is pleasant as a dream: The wind scarce shaketh down the dew, The green grass floweth like a stream Into the ocean's blue;