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Who prest you here? The Past can tell, When summer skies were bright above, And some full heart did leap and swell Beneath the white new moon of love. WHO PRESSED YOU HERE THE PAST CAN TELL WHEN SUMMER SKIES WERE BRIGHT ABOVE AND SOME FULL HEART DID LEAP AND SWELL BENEATH THE WHITE NEW MOON OF LOVE
oaning pine, Full of rest, thy body lieth, While far up is clear sunshine, Underneath a sky divine, Her loosed wings thy spirit trieth; Oft she strove to spread them here, But they were too white and clear For our dingy atmosphere. Thy body findeth ample room In its still and grassy tomb By the silent river; But thy spirit found the earth Narrow for the mighty birth Which it dreamed of ever; Thou wast guilty of a rhyme Learned in a benigner clime, And of that more grievous crime, An ideal too sublime For the low-hung sky of Time. The calm spot where thy body lies Gladdens thy soul in Paradise, It is so still and holy; Thy body sleeps serenely there, And well for it thy soul may care, It was so beautiful and fair, Lily white so wholly. From so pure and sweet a frame Thy spirit parted as it came, Gentle as a maiden; Now it lieth full of rest-- Sods are lighter on its breast Than the great, prophetic guest Wherewith it was laden. FANCIES ABOUT A ROSEBUD, PRESSED IN AN OLD COPY OF SPENSER.  FANCIES ABOUT A ROSEBUD PRESSED IN AN OLD COPY OF SPENCER BY JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL READ FOR LIVER UXT ORG BY MAGN LARSEN
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