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1841–1909

V.

Thomas Runciman

Once as the aureole Day left the earth, Faded, a twilight soul, Memory, had birth:

Young were her sister souls, Sorrow and Mirth. Dark mirrors are her eyes: Wherein who gaze See wan effulgencies

Flicker and blaze — Lorn fleeting shadows of beautiful days. Scan those deep mirrors well After long years:

Lo! what aforetime fell In rain of tears, In radiant glamour-mist now reappears. See old wild gladness

Tamed now and coy; Grief that was madness Turned into joy. Fate cannot harry them now, nor annoy.

Down from yon throbbing blue, Passionless, fair, Still faces look on you, Sunlit their hair,

With a slow smile at your pleasure and care. Life and death murmurings From their lips go In vaster music-rings;

Outward they flow, Tenderer, wilder, than songs that we know.

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