A PRAYER.
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And shall I pass, and all this life of mine
Sink voiceless, fruitless, in oblivion's wells?—
I who have drained earth's rue and quaffed its wine,
Whose joys have touched the heavens, whose griefs the hells—
Die as the wind upon some alien shore
That sings and sighs, then falls to wake no more?
Sink voiceless, fruitless, in oblivion's wells?—
I who have drained earth's rue and quaffed its wine,
Whose joys have touched the heavens, whose griefs the hells—
Die as the wind upon some alien shore
That sings and sighs, then falls to wake no more?
