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Rh I shall be held above the eddying tide

Into a sunlit quiet, and thence hide

With but an outstretched palm the wearying crowd,

'Twixt whom and God a gulf unknownly wide

Is fixed, to drown their littlenesses loud.

Blow forth, Death's herald, from thy silver horn

Strains sweeter far than birds a-song at morn.

III

i

day he moved not, lying low amid

The cool fresh odorous grass. He heard the trill

Of water leaping somewhere shadow-hid,

And in unfettered rapture drank his fill

Of deep rose odour, till sleep stole unbid

Upon him, with the music of the rill.

ii.

He woke in darkness. 'Twixt him and the skies

Darted the black things of the middle night—

While all around broke shrill and tragic cries

As of hope dead, and fancy put to flight.

And somewhere, hidden from his burning eyes,

Cold dropping water set his heart affright.

A. J.