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SHE only died last week, and yet | |
Suns might have risen and have set | |
A thousand: May s here like a bride, | |
And it was May when Mary died. | |
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Incredible! We might last week | 5 |
Have kissed her, held her, heard her speak, | |
Who now has travelled far, so far | |
Beyond the moon and the day-star. | |
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Since she has gone all Time and Space | |
Have lost their meanings: Marys face | 10 |
Grows dim in distance, like a light | |
Far down a darkness infinite. | |
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Last week! Why this new grief we have | |
Is old as Time, old as the grave: | |
It was and will be: darkness spread | 15 |
Over the world since Marys dead. | |
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Last week she died. The lilac bough | |
Her eyes watched bud is blooming now. | |
The chestnut s lit her lamp since then, | |
And the lost cuckoo s come again. | 20 |
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A week ago! O endless space | |
Since Mary heavenward turned her face! | |
And still the lilac s on the spray | |
That budded when she went away. | |
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