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 Sleep and Death be truly one, And every spirit's folded bloom Thro' all its intervital gloom In some long trance should slumber on;

Unconscious of the sliding hour, Bare of the body, might it last, And silent traces of the past Be all the colour of the flower:

So then were nothing lost to man; So that still garden of the souls In many a figured leaf enrolls The total world since life began:

And love will last as pure and whole As when he loved me here in Time, And at the spiritual prime Rewaken with the dawning soul.