When One has given up One's life
The parting with the rest
Feels easy, as when Day lets go
Entirely the West
The Peaks, that lingered last
Remain in Her regret
As scarcely as the Iodine
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When Roses cease to bloom, Sir, |
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When the Astronomer stops seeking |
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When they come back — if Blossoms do — |
When we have ceased to care |
When we stand on the tops of Things — |
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Where bells no more affright the morn — |