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APPENDIX TO 'LAZARUS': 3, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: How slowly time is crawling on
Last Line: To place on record in the morning.
Subject(s): Death; Hope; Poetry & Poets; Time; Dead, The; Optimism


HOW slowly time is crawling on,
That serpent terrible and creeping!
While I, alas! all-motionless,
On the same spot am ever weeping.

On my dark cell no ray of hope
Hath shone, no sunbeam e'er hath risen;
For nothing but the churchyard's vault
Shall I exchange this fatal prison.

Perchance I long ago did die,
Perchance the phantasies which nightly
Hold in my brain their shifting dance
Are nought but ghostly forms unsightly.

They may full well the spectres be
Of some old heathen gods or devils;
They gladly choose the empty skull
Of a dead poet for their revels.

Those orgies sweet but terrible,
Those nightly ghost-acts, full of warning,
The poet's corpse-hand ofttimes seeks
To place on record in the morning.





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