| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | XVI. Crossed Hands and Closed Eyes
Translated from Chiabrera | | By William Wordsworth (1770–1850) |
| | | WEEP not, belovèd Friends! nor let the air | |
| For me with sighs be troubled. Not from life | |
| Have I been taken; this is genuine life | |
| And this alone—the life which now I live | |
| In peace eternal; where desire and joy | 5 |
| Together move in fellowship without end.— | |
| Francesco Ceni willed that, after death, | |
| His tombstone thus should speak for him. And surely | |
| Small cause there is for that fond wish of ours | |
| Long to continue in this world; a world | 10 |
| That keeps not faith, nor yet can point a hope | |
| To good, whereof itself is destitute. | | | | |
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