Poems (Cromwell)/The Mould
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THE MOULD
No doubt this active will,
So bravely steeped in sun,
This will has vanquished Death
And foiled oblivion.
So bravely steeped in sun,
This will has vanquished Death
And foiled oblivion.
But this indifferent clay,
This fine, experienced hand
So quiet, and these thoughts
That all unfinished stand,
This fine, experienced hand
So quiet, and these thoughts
That all unfinished stand,
Feel death as though it were
A shadowy caress;
And win and wear a frail
Archaic wistfulness.
A shadowy caress;
And win and wear a frail
Archaic wistfulness.