He lived beyond men, and so stood
Admitted to the brotherhood
Of beauty:-dreams, with which he trod
Companioned like some sylvan god.
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THERE is a house beside a way,
Where dwells a ghost of Yesterday:
The old face of a beauty, faded,
Looks from its garden: and the shaded
...
Dusk is thy dawn; when Eve puts on its state
Of gold and purple in the marbled west,
Thou comest forth like some embodied trait,
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Frail, shrunken face, so pinched and worn,
That life has carved with care and doubt!
So weary waiting, night and morn,
...
I
It is not early spring and yet
Of bloodroot blooms along the stream,
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The joys that touched thee once, be mine!
The sympathies of sky and sea,
The friendships of each rock and pine,
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IMPERIAL Madness, will of hand,
Builds vast an altar here, and rears
Before the world, on godly land,
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I
I climbed a forest path and found
A dim cave in the dripping ground,
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Not while I live may I forget
That garden which my spirit trod!
Where dreams were flowers, wild and wet,
And beautiful as God.
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THERE a tattered marigold
And dead asters manifold,
Showed him where the garden old
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