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Now do I know, that clad in mortal cuise,
Ne’er on this earth wilt thou upon my vision rise.
Ne’er on this earth wilt thou upon my vision rise.
That only in the vague, cold realm of thought,
Shall I meet thee whom here I seek in vain;
And like Egyptian Isis, when she sought
The scattered fragments of Osiris slain,
Now do I know that I shall never find
But fragments of thy soul within earth’s clay enshrined.
Shall I meet thee whom here I seek in vain;
And like Egyptian Isis, when she sought
The scattered fragments of Osiris slain,
Now do I know that I shall never find
But fragments of thy soul within earth’s clay enshrined.
Thou whom I have not seen, and shall not see,
Till the sad drama of this life be o’er!
Yet do I not renounce my faith in thee:
Thou still art mine, I thine, forevermore;
And this belief shall be the funeral pyre
Of all less noble love,—of all less high desire.
Till the sad drama of this life be o’er!
Yet do I not renounce my faith in thee:
Thou still art mine, I thine, forevermore;
And this belief shall be the funeral pyre
Of all less noble love,—of all less high desire.
Here, like the Hindoo widow, I will bring
Hope, youth, and all that woman prizes most,
The glow of summer and the bloom of spring,
And on thy altar lay the holocaust;
And in my faith exulting, I will see
The sacrifice consume, I consecrate to thee.
Hope, youth, and all that woman prizes most,
The glow of summer and the bloom of spring,
And on thy altar lay the holocaust;
And in my faith exulting, I will see
The sacrifice consume, I consecrate to thee.