A DREAM OF RESURRECTION.
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Then kisses, dropping without sound,
And solemn arms wound round the dead,
And lifting from the natural bed
Into the coffin's strange new bound.
And solemn arms wound round the dead,
And lifting from the natural bed
Into the coffin's strange new bound.
Yet still no farewell, or belief
In death, no more than one believes
In some dread truth that sudden weaves
The whole world in a shroud of grief.
In death, no more than one believes
In some dread truth that sudden weaves
The whole world in a shroud of grief.
And still unanswered kisses; still
Warm clingings to the image cold
With an incredulous faith's close fold,
Creative in its fierce "I will."
Warm clingings to the image cold
With an incredulous faith's close fold,
Creative in its fierce "I will."
Hush,—hush! the marble eyelids move,
The kissed lips quiver into breath:
Avaunt, thou mockery of Death!
Avaunt!—we are conquerors, I and Love.
The kissed lips quiver into breath:
Avaunt, thou mockery of Death!
Avaunt!—we are conquerors, I and Love.
Corpse of dead Hope, awake, arise,
A living Hope that only slept
Until the tears thus overwept
Had washed the blindness from our eyes.
A living Hope that only slept
Until the tears thus overwept
Had washed the blindness from our eyes.
Come back into the upper day:
Pluck off these cerements. Patient shroud,
We 'll wrap thee as a garment proud
Round the fair shape we thought was clay.
Pluck off these cerements. Patient shroud,
We 'll wrap thee as a garment proud
Round the fair shape we thought was clay.
