Poems (Hinchman)/After pale Death hath bidden life depart
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After pale Death hath bidden life depart,And laid his hand upon my wondering eyes,Hath still'd the fiery beating of my heart,And put to flight wing'd flocks of vague surmise;When he hath led my feet to paths untrod,And twin'd pale asphodel within my hair;When he hath given in silence the dread nodThat rids me of the weight of earthly care;When all this world of passing day and nightGives way to one enduring, starless time;And place is lost, nor is there any sightOf sky or light, nor warmth of any clime: Will any hope, or joy, or love be there, Or self, itself, find being anywhere?