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SONNET, by            
First Line: A month - the first from many - now hath past
Last Line: We sink indeed and never rise again.
Alternate Author Name(s): Brooke, Arthur
Subject(s): Death; Love; Sonnet (As Literary Form); Dead, The


A MONTH—the first from many—now hath past
Unagitated by the burning breath
Of Passion, and a stillness as of death
Hath held my breast in grateful bondage fast,
As if the exhausted soul her wings had cast
Contented, nor Love's smile nor Glory's wreath
Could tempt to soar above or sink beneath
Life's common course—long scorned—scarce loved at last.
Yet were it well when the worn heart hath run
Too oft its weary rounds in bliss or pain,—
Love—Sorrow—Pleasure—Study—and in vain!
To set in calmness, like a summer sun,
Except that when our mortal day is done
We sink indeed and never rise again.

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