Death looms with embracing shade,
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Which takes lives and days alike,
To some it comes with nursing aid,
And in sleep it nourishes our hopes to be
What life had promised in regret.
Such hopes are dreams and bliss in ecstasy,
And time suspends, and sorrow fade,
And each decline but pollen on the waters,
And sun rays sheath through still cloudy skies.
For what do we forsake the twirling curl,
Try to impress our magnitude;
What of our powers at steep and
Mossy cliffs, grazing crashing waters?
It is illusion still; great men have perished,
Greater yet will fall,
To clasp more firmly happiness
And ground it, but never;
It is an eagle soaring from sublimity,
The nest of which unknown;
And were it so, higher scepters crush it will.