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In Hendecasyllables Untaught wisdom! (in all the fields of Eden

No more lovely an emblem of Creation!)

Your souls, dying, appear to sigh the knowledge,

Heav'n-born, forth to the hearts of all around you,

Breathing sympathy, calmness, and achievement.

Queens, farewell! In an age when 'all the laughter 's

With pain fraught', when a wrinkled, angry brow shows

Discontent ev'rywhere among my fellows,

Sure 'tis good to devote a fleeting half-hour,

O'er you musing upon the joys eternal

And I hope in an after age to see you

Still more joyfully grace the Heav'nly Gardens!

June, 1911. 24