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Like a pale martyr in his shirt of fire.
A Life Drama and other Poems (1853)
Some books are drenchèd sands
On which a great soul’s wealth lies all in heaps,
Like a wrecked argosy.
A Life Drama and other Poems (1853)
The saddest thing that befalls a soul
Is when it loses faith in God and woman.
A Life Drama and other Poems (1853)
A poem round and perfect as a star.
A Life Drama and other Poems (1853)
In winter, when the dismal rain
Comes down in slanting lines,
And Wind, that grand old harper, smote
His thunder-harp of pines.
A Life Drama and other Poems (1853)
We twain have met like the ships upon the sea,
Who hold an hour’s converse, so short, so sweet;
One little hour! And then, away they speed
On lonely paths, through mist and cloud and foam,
To meet no more.
A Life Drama and other Poems (1853)