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, death, life. [_An alternative ending_: While from the West comes murmuring earthly noise, Sweet, slumberous, attenuate and afar; Sad sunglows in the border mountains poise, There where he knows to-night, mid cloud and star, Silence shall yearn o'er folk worn out with strife, Lost in blank sleep to hope, regret, death, life.] MISCELLANEOUS POEMS I. What though my voice cease like a moan o' the wind? Not the less shall I Cast on this life a kindly eye, Glad if through its mystery Faint gleams of love and truth glance o'er my mind. What though I end like a spring leaf shed on the wind? Restrained by pure-eyed Sorrow's hand, Lithe Joy through this wondrous land Leads me; nothing have I scanned Unmixed with good. Fate's sharpest stroke is kind. To me, thoughts lived of old anew are born From glances at the unsullied sea, Or breath of morning purity, From cloud or blown grass tossing free, Or frail dew quivering on leaf, rose or thorn. What though behind me all is mist and shade, Yet warmth of afterglow bathes all. Hallowed spirits move and call Each to me, a willing thrall, With kindly speech of mountain, plain or glade. Before me, through the veil that covers all, Rays of a vasty Dawn strike high To the zenith of the sky. Intense, yet low as true love's sigh, Prophetic voices to my spirit call. So, though my voice cease like a moan o' the wind, Not the less shall I Cast on life a kindly eye, Glad if through its mystery Stray gleams of love and truth illume my mind. II. _An Afternoon Soliloquy._ How good some years of life may be! Ah, once it was not guessed by me, Past years would shine, like some bright sea, In golden dusks of memory. Ere then the music of the dawn From me had long since surged away; And in the disillusioned day Of chill mid-life I plodded on. Anon a fuller music thrilled My world with meaning undertones, That elegized our vanished ones, And told how Lethe's banks are filled With wordless calm, and wistful rest, And sweet large silence, solemn sleep, And brooding shadows cool and deep, And grand oblivions, undistressed. No more 'twas "Lethe rolling doom," But Lethe calling, "Come to me, And wash away
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