On A Grave At Grindelwald Poem by Frederick Wiliam Henry Myers
On A Grave At Grindelwald
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Here let us leave him; for his shroud the snow,
For funeral-lamps he has the planets seven,
For a great sign the icy stair shall go
Between the heights to heaven.
One moment stood he as the angels stand,
High in the stainless eminence of air;
The next, he was not, to his fatherland
Translated unaware.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
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