Hark! Can it be?
A ray of light---
Perchance for me?
By what Grace
do you lay a litten hand
upon my face?
Why here
to rekindle
a warm and lazy cheer?
Or ought I not query
the molting fate
you surely bury?
I shall not ask but enjoy
the virgin vibrance,
to a blessed heart, you alloy?
So am I to ignore
all time to come
as all before?
And rather still a frame;
A portrait of rising, outstretched arms---but more,
a soul of the same?
Then forget I shall the 'fore & since---
Hark! A ray of light!
Teary eyes wince
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