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REMEMBRANCE by AGNES MARY F. ROBINSON

First Line: O NIGHT OF DEATH, O NIGHT THAT BRINGEST ALL!
Last Line: THY NAME, O DEATH! SHE COULD NOT BROOK TO HEAR.
Subject(s): DEATH; DEAD, THE;
O NIGHT of Death, O night that bringest all!
Night full of dreams and large with promises,
O night that holdest on thy shadowy knees
Sleep for all fevers, hope for every thrall;

Bring thou to my beloved, when I die,
The memory of our enchanted past;
So let her turn, remembering me at last,
And I shall hear and triumph where I lie.

Then let my face, pale as a waning moon,
Rise on thy dark and be again as dear;
Let my dead voice find its forgotten tune
And strike again as sweetly on her ear
As when, upon my lips, one far-off June,
Thy name, O Death! she could not brook to hear.



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