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28 How, when no flesh makes you weary, How will you find your rest, Heels to the logs and brown sherry, When body is dust?

There'll be no sleep nor forgetting, For I was lid to your eyes, I was dusk and sunsetting, I the moonrise. There'll be no lying in flowers Adoring the white moon's face, For I was time and the hours, Distance and space. Spirit you, I was earthen, But color and fragrance are A dust and a faint wind's burthen, And dust is the star. You are the sun unshaded— But I was mist on the dawn, Half-lights, shadows that faded, Glooms that were gone.

Where then, where will you wander When body's crumbled and dead?" I'll lie long summers under And dream you again, I said.