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First Line: I wonder if the singer of this song
Last Line: Within a ghost's dear eyes.
Subject(s): Love

I wonder if the singer of this song,
Rousing the spectres of dead bliss
In pallid throng --
I see them! Tripping, tripping along,
Like midnight ghosts about their church-yard wall --
I wonder if she knew of what she sang,
Of lover's clasp or kiss,
Or love at all?

Perhaps she knew the truer things
Of dreams,
From which her heart need never wake
To burn or break;
Perhaps her words
Were swift, unbridled birds
Whose wings,
Exempt of shifting path of cloud,
Indifferent to star's directing cry,
Lifted her high,
Into the lover's arms of her imaginings.

There could she sing indeed
From out the conquered skies,
Of love and lovers' need,
And of her lover too,
In spendthrift praise;
Sing of the world within his eyes,
And of his hands' soft ways,
And of his lips -- and of her own --
Sing happily, alone,
Through lovers' nights and days.

Singer, sing on!
Love dies . . . but not the song,
As long
As lips shall curve and meet:
Hearts crumble . . . not their beat.

Birds break of trilling,
Drop from out the sky
And die . . .
But not their tunes;
June does not weep her roses
For dead Junes.

Surely from all this death
Life catches fuller breath!
Love dies,
The song lives on:
Then let me live within the song!
Scatter and spill
The clamor of my wrong
Out of wide skies,
Shrouded and shriven in a lark's leaping trill . . .
I who have looked too long
Within a ghost's dear eyes.

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