Richard Henry Stoddard Poems

There are gains for all our losses,
There are balms for all our pain,
But when youth, the dream, departs,
It takes something from our hearts,
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THE LIFE of man
Is an arrow’s flight,
Out of darkness
Into light,
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ALONG the shore the slimy brine-pits yawn,
Covered with thick green scum; the billows rise,
And fill them to the brim with clouded foam,
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THE DIVAN

A LITTLE maid of Astrakan,
An idol on a silk divan
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“THERE are gains for all our losses.”
So I said when I was young.
If I sang that song again,
’T would not be with that refrain,
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THERE are gains for all our losses,
There are balms for all our pain:
But when youth, the dream, departs,
It takes something from our hearts,
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'Confusion now hath made his masterpiece!
Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope
The Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence
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THE ANGEL came by night
(Such angels still come down),
And like a winter cloud
Passed over London town;
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“UNDER the roots of the roses,
Down in the dark, rich mould,
The dust of my dear one reposes
Like a spark which night incloses
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Last night, when my tired eyes were shut with sleep,
I saw the one I love, and heard her speak,—
Heard, in the listening watches of the night,
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