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 "For Death is the mother of all the forsaken, The grave a strait bed where she rocks them to rest, And sleep, from whose silence they never shall waken,

"The balm of oblivion she sheds on their breast." Then I seized him and led to the brink of the river, Where two storm-beaten seagulls were fluttering west,

And the lamplight in drowning seemed coldly to shiver, And clasping Love close for the leap from on high, Said—"Let us go hence, Love; go home, Love, for ever;

"For life casts us forth, and Man dooms us to die." As if stung by a snake the Child shuddered and started, And clung to me close with a passionate cry: