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Nathless the sacred shrine is holy yet,
With its lone floors where reverent feet once trod.
Take off your shoes as by the burning bush,
Before the mystery of death and God.
Admetus and Other Poems (1871)
Alas! we wake: one scene alone remains, —
The exiles by the streams of Babylon.
Admetus and Other Poems (1871)
What prayers were in this temple offered up,
Wrung from sad hearts that knew no joy on earth,
By these lone exiles of a thousand years,
From the fair sunrise land that gave them birth!
Admetus and Other Poems (1871)
Sweet empty sky of June without a stain,
Faint, gray-blue dewy mists on far-off hills
Warm, yellow sunlight flooding mead and plain,
That each dark copse and hollow overfills.
Admetus and Other Poems (1871)