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LOVE WITHOUT WINGS: SONG 8 by AGNES MARY F. ROBINSON

First Line: O DEATH OF THINGS THAT ARE, ETERNITY
Last Line: ARE SINGING STILL.
Subject(s): DEATH; LOVE; DEAD, THE;
O Death of things that are, Eternity
Of things that seem!
Of all the happy past remains to me,
To-day, a dream!

Long blessed days of love and wakening thought,
All, all are dead;
Nothing endures we did, nothing we wrought,
Nothing we said.

But once I dreamed I sat and sang with you
On Ida's hill.
There, in the echoes of my life, we two
Are singing still.



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