Waking

O THE long dawn, the weary, endless dawn,
When sleep's oblivion is torn away
From love that died with dying yesterday
But still unburied in the heart lies on!

O the sick grey, the twitter in the trees,
The sense of human waking over earth!
The memories of love's fair quivering birth
Now strewn as deathless flowers on its decease!

O the regret, and oh, regretlessness,
Striving for sovreignty within the soul!
Oh, fear that life shall nevermore be whole,
And immortality but make it less!
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