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LADY WILDE
" Speranza f
(i 826-1896)
RELATED SOULS
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ETWEEN us may roll the severing ocean That girdles the land where the red suns set, But the spell and thrill of that strange emotion Which touched us once is upon us yet. Ever your soul shadows mine, o'erleaning
The deepest depths of my inmost thought; And still on my heart comes back the meaning Of all your eloquent lips have taught. Time was not made for spirits like ours, Nor the changing light of the changing hours; For the life eternal still lies below The drifted leaves and the fallen snow.
Chords struck clear from our human nature
Will vibrate still to that past delight When our genius sprang to its highest stature,
And we walked like gods on the spirit-height. Can we forget—while these memories waken,
Like golden strings 'neath the player's hands, Or as palms that quiver, by night-winds shaken, Warm with the breath of the perfumed lands? Philosophy lifted her torch on high, And we read the deep things of the spirit
thereby, And I stood in the strength your teaching gave, As under Truth's mighty architrave. |
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