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TWO WORLDS, by            
First Line: Two worlds there are. To one our eyes we strain
Last Line: Evermore.
Alternate Author Name(s): Collins, Mortimer
Subject(s): Death; Heaven; Dead, The; Paradise


Nevermore.
Two worlds there are. To one our eyes we strain,
Whose magic joys we shall not see again;
Bright haze of morning veils its glimmering shore.
Ah, truly breathed we there
Intoxicating air --
Glad were our hearts in that sweet realm of
Nevermore.

The lover there drank her delicious breath
Whose love has yielded since to change or death;
The mother kissed her child, whose days are o'er
Alas! too soon have fled
The irreclaimable dead:
We see them -- vision strange -- amid the
Nevermore.

The merrysome maiden used to sing --
The brown, brown hair that once was wont to cling,
To temples long clay-cold: to the very core
They strike our weary hearts,
As some vexed memory starts
From that long, faded land -- the realm of
Nevermore.

It is perpetual summer there. But here
Sadly may we remember rivers clear,
And harebells quivering on the meadow-floor
For brighter bells and bluer,
For tenderer hearts and truer
People that happy land -- the realm of
Nevermore.

Upon the frontier of this shadowy land
We pilgrims of eternal sorrow stand:
What realm lies forward, with its happier store
Of forests green and deep,
Of valleys hushed in sleep,
And lakes most peaceful? 'T is the land of
Evermore.

Very far off its marble cities seem --
Very far off -- beyond our sensual dream --
Its woods, unruffled by the wild wind's roar;
Yet does the turbulent surge
Howl on its very verge.
One moment -- and we breathe within the
Evermore.

They whom we loved and lost so long ago
Dwell in those cities, far from mortal woe --
Haunt those fresh woodlands, whence sweet carollings soar.
Eternal peace have they;
God wipes their tears away:
They drink that river of life which flows from
Evermore.

Thither we hasten through these regions dim,
But, lo, the wide wings of the Seraphim
Shine in the sunset! On that joyous shore
Our lightened hearts shall know
The life of long ago
The sorrow-burdened past shall fade for
Evermore.




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