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Love Lives Beyond the Tomb

by John Clare

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Drawing the boundary…

He fumbles at your spirit

by Emily Dickinson

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Drawing the boundary…

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Love Lives Beyond the Tomb

by John Clare

Love lives beyond the tomb,
And earth, which fades like dew!
I love the fond,
The faithful, and the true.

Love lives in sleep;
’Tis happiness of healthy dreams;
Eve’s dews may weep,
But love delightful seems.

’Tis seen in flowers,
And in the morning’s pearly dew;
In earth’s green hours,
And in the heaven’s eternal blue.

’Tis heard in Spring,
When light and sunbeams, warm and kind,
On angel’s wings
Bring love and music to the mind.

And where’s the voice,
So young, so beautiful, and sweet
As Nature’s choice,
Where Spring and lovers meet?

Love lives beyond the tomb,
And earth, which fades like dew!
I love the fond,
The faithful, and the true.

He fumbles at your spirit

by Emily Dickinson

He fumbles at your spirit
As players at the keys—
Before they drop full music on—
He stuns you by degrees—

Prepares your brittle nature
For the ethereal blow
By fainter hammers—further heard—
Then nearer—then so—slow—

Your breath has time to straighten—
Your brain—to bubble cool—
Deals one—imperial thunderbolt—
That scalps your naked soul—

When Winds hold forests in their Paws—
The Universe—is still

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